Last night it was a drinking glass. I came home to find that Jip had somehow pulled a juice glass off the counter, broke it, and splattered pieces of broken glass around the the kitchen floor. I'm surprised I didn't find any bloody paw prints. Sometimes I just don't know what I am going to do with him.
This morning he ate 3 funfetti cupcakes off the dining room table, paper and all. And when he noticed I realized what he was doing, he went into shark-mode, claws scratching the top of the table, sucking down cupcakes as fast as he could. Daisy ate the crumbs that littered the chairs and floor.
Jip is going to be a path of destruction for Halloween. And he doesn't even need a costume.