This Is Why We Don't Have Pets

The other day I was standing in the kitchen when I heard an odd noise from a few feet away. It almost sounded like Anna had scooted over to our ottoman and was scratching the leather. I went to investigate and found that, yes, she had made her way to the ottoman, but she wasn't scratching it. No, she was gnawing on it.

Apparently we don't have a baby. We have a badly trained puppy.