Annie's at that point in between puppy and young adult dog where she doesn't bark, doesn't really run around like crazy (unless one of us, particularly me, has just gotten home, then she goes nuts) and really doesn't chew things that often. But when she does, it's not fun. So far: a hazelnut scented candle, one pair of flip flops, a pair of high heels, my friend Kelly's lipgloss, and John's cord for his X-Box.
And the garbage. Always the garbage.