So Bodhi figured out how to get out of his crate on Saturday while Heather was out running errands and I was backpacking. What you are about to see is the chaos that followed.
He chewed up the pad and cover for the ironing board.
He ripped up the carpet. He got down an elk jaw that was sitting on a display shelf. It was carved with Native American art. It's been gnawed on. He destroyed the crate. He ate our wedding album, ripped up 2 books. He is a giant a hole.