Holey hell

Jake is a small dog in BIG trouble. He discovered a new game yesterday. It involved him sinking his sharp little teeth into the laundry on the rotary airer outside, and running around in circles with the airer as it rotated. He didn't understand why I was so cross with him. Surely, I couldn't possibly be mad at him for chewing the ends of my newly laundered towels, or chomping a bl**dy great hole through my comfiest pair of grey joggers? Horrid critter!