Why puppies need supervision

Some days puppies seem almost angelic. They play sweetly and pass out on your feet. They lick your face and roll over to show their wee puppy bellies. You coo over them and snap pictures you will forever treasure. And then they have one of those days where you could pull your hair out and scream. But that would just mean you'd have to deal with naughty puppies AND clean up additional hair.

In one morning when Levi and Myrl were still puppies they managed to:
Bark at insane o'clock in the morning, repeatedly, disturbing everyone's sleep and our quiet neighborhood; pulled potted plants out of their pots and chewed both pots and plants; made strange scratching noises that turned out to be the exact sound a puppy makes as he claws his way under the 3" gap of the gate; ran free and thought it was AWESOME (thankfully came back when called); played "musical dog food dishes," resulting in 21 lb. Levi eating twice the food as 31 lb. Myrl; chewed the support system of several favourite orchid plants, resulting in plants falling over; chewed several favourite orchid plants; dug a huge hole in the pristine lawn and rolled in it; got covered in mud only three days after their last bath; and played with the outdoor solar lights (and by "played" I mean yanked them out of the ground and chewed on them).


Fourteen potential chew toys in this picture and not one of them belong in a puppy's mouth.

And now for some math my dogs taught me:
Two puppies + no supervision = destruction.