just came home to the trash on its side…shredded styrofoam and the remnants of a coffee filter ALL over the floor. the dog that we’re taking care of for three weeks knocked over the trash can…off of the stool that keeps oliver from getting in it. but i had no idea who ate the coffee filter so i had to make both of them throw up. it wasn’t oliver. this dumbfuck ate the whole coffee filter and SO much styrofoam. this dog that doesn’t have a crate because he’s “good” to leave out. he lets oliver play with him, but suddenly he’s done and freaks out on him. if oliver jumps on the couch within 2 feet of him, he freaks the fuck out. 3 more weeks of this. YAY.