i walked into my place and thought i had been turned over , the sofa had looked as tho every cushion had been slashed , doors hanging of hinges and the plant pots empty over the floor , the bed had springs coming out of it. the whole place had been trashed.
i noticed on the floor where one of the plant pots had been turned over it was in a oval shape round the lounge , the dog had made itself a nice little track and must of been running round its home made flapping track for hours.
in the middle of this crap and corruption a bullx lay in a bed of foam that had been chewed up in nice bi