This time he destroyed things connected to Trevor's grandmother: two of her old cookbooks that Trevor's mother had just given us and a large print copy of Danielle Steel's Coming Out. I never got around to reading it, but kind of kept it around as a memento of Gran. I think she gave it to me because I was a deb once.
Maybe we aren't feeding Haskell enough?
Or maybe he is just helping us declutter the living room?
I'd set us his crate again, but it is going to be 70 degrees again this weekend. I figure some time in the dog run might help him sort out his priorities.