When I left for work today, the psycho dog had 2 rubber chew toys, a kong, a tennis ball, a rawhide bone and 2 rope toys to play with.

So of course, when I came home, I found she had chewed a throw pillow, a pen, a pair of pajama pants and my flip flops.

Tomorrow I go home to my cats who never make me chase them around the neighborhood, who do not wake me at ungodly hours to go outside and then just bark instead of actually peeing, and who have never yet ruined a pair of my shoes.

I grew up with and love dogs but right now the score is:

Dogs: -12
Cats: 156