Buster goes to jail

Or the Casa Zen-Samoa equivalent thereof, anyway.

You see, he ate the couch. Literally. As in, gouged a giant hole in a couch cushion and has spent the past week busily tearing chunks of foam out of it when we're not looking. So, now we have to replace the couch. As we are not paying for a new couch if he's just going to destroy it, we headed over to Puppy Mill World and got a second crate. So now both he and Pumpkin get to go to jail every time we leave the house. Such is the fate of couch eaters!