Andy the Menace

The other morning I was upstairs with Matthew, and came downstairs to find this:

I was SO mad.  I locked Andy outside for a few minutes (which isn't a punishment because he loves being outside).

This is a pile of all the carpet he tore up.

I cleaned it all up.  This is what it looks like now.  I saved the carpet and I'm wondering if we should try and glue some pieces back?  You can't really tell, unless you look closely.  Also, now the staples are more accessible, so we're going to have to pay extra attention once Matthew starts moving around.  What I really want to do (a long long ways down the road), is put in hardwood floor all downstairs.  That would be nice.

And later that same day, Andy licked Matthew.  In the mouth.

Sigh.  What am I going to do with this dog?