Shredding Kleenex

First of all, before I start this post, I wanted to let you all know that the A-Z blog challenge has begun.  As you can see, I'm not doing it on this blog, but I am doing it on my other blog, Gone Gardening.  If you'd like, you can stop by and visit that blog, as well as click on the A-Z badge to visit other bloggers.

Now to the regularly scheduled programming.  It's been a while since you've had a dog report.  Mostly because he's been pretty good lately.  Today he wasn't so good.  Maybe it was his April Fools joke.

I was in the kitchen doing dishes.  All of a sudden, my daughter starts yelling, "No, Schultz!  Bad boy!"

I knew the dog was definitely up to something.

I walked into the family room.  The varmint had gotten a hold of a box of Kleenex.  He decided it would be great fun to shred that thing.  So what I found was a bunch of torn Kleenex and shredded box all over my floor.

"Schultz!" I bellowed.  "Quit eating the Kleenex!"

He cocked his head and looked at me.

"Yeah, you," I said. 

He knew he was in a bit of trouble, so he high-tailed it right into his crate, dragging along a piece of Kleenex in his mouth.

What's with that dog?  A couple weeks ago he was eating paper towels.  Now it's Kleenex.  Something isn't right with that.  I think I'm going to take him to a dog shrink.