the camp cactus canine wrecking crew

Way back when they were small, the Knuckleheads got into trouble on a daily basis. Nothing left within reach was safe from those twin jaws of destruction.


They would eat anything. Now when I say anything, I mean that literally. I'm not exaggerating in the least for the sake of dramatic license. Seriously? Leaving them alone in the house for even ten minutes was like playing Russian Roulette. Either they would be dead when you returned, or something would be destroyed. There was no third option. 

They're a bit more trustworthy these days, but whenever we turn the key in the door when we come home, there's still a chance that the house could look like this:

Life is never dull around here, that's for sure.