job with the training. I think the last straw came when Spanky, our dog, chewed a hole in the sofa, ate all of the easter candy, left little presents in my parents room, mounted my brother, and then bit him the face when he went by his food bowl all in 1 day. At that point my mom was too frustrated to deal with Spanky anymore and loaded him into the car and took him to the pound without talking to my dad first.