This is my dog, Harry. Isn't he a handsome boy!
This is a picture of some scratches on the floor near the bottom of the stairs. They're from when Harry wakes up from a coma-like sleep when he hears a bag of potato chips open and races downstairs in hopes of finding a few crumbs.
These are, or used to be, fringes on the carpet in the family room that Harry chewed off when he was a puppy:
These are bite marks on the kitchen chairs. They mysteriously appeared one night. Nobody has owned up to biting the chairs, but I have my suspicions.
I try to think of the bite marks, scratches and stains as "Character"! Just like my laugh lines and crows feet!