Let’s see, in the last while he has: destroyed the couch, ate two pairs of brand-new shoes, ripped out the screen in one of the front windows, and got into the garbage. Oy. Today…. we are going and buying a crate.

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The couch

This pretty much explains it all… he really likes that couch. He did this destruction while we were gone all day… Den left that morning for a business trip and I was returning from my parents’ and my flight was delayed by 2 hours.

But now he has a place to sleep:

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The shoes

Well. He ate my shoes. My NEW shoes. The shoes I bought to replace the shoes he ate. They were still in the boxes, on the couch with a bunch of other stuff. They’d been there for most of the week - he hadn’t touched them.

I think he knew daddy was coming home. Now normally he’s fine being left alone for a little while, the problems occur when it’s a LONG time he’s left alone (like when he was left alone while bf was working). But tonight I was only gone for an hour, hour and a half tops! I went to pick up the bf from the airport. And maybe he knew? Maybe he picked up on my excitement/nervousness? (First time driving that way to the airport, I was a bit afraid of getting lost).

In any case, we walked in to see the boxes shredded all over the floor. Then I saw the shoes. Gaagghhh. He got BOTH pairs, not just one! One pair just has puncture marks in them - the other has a strap bitten clean through. I’m mad at the dog and myself, for not putting them away… but I honestly didn’t think it would be a problem, considering he hasn’t touched them all week. Stupid me.

The good part of this story is that boyfriend is buying replacements - again. They were cheap Payless shoes, thank goodness. AND as boyfriend and I were standing in the living room surveying the mess, Zeeke jumping around whining and barking, boyfriend said, “You know, I didn’t want to get you a cage. But you are GOING in a cage.” I guess this brought home my point. Not how I would have wanted to.

Gragh. And of course all night Zeeke was going nuts with excitement that daddy was home. When I return from shopping I make him sit, I talk to him quietly, he wags his tails and whines a bit, then flops over for a belly rub. It’s all very low-key. Then boyfriend comes home, and even though this time boyfriend was good (not getting him hyped up more), Zeeke still went bonkers.

Oy. Just oy.

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The screen

Yep. Bf and I were outside getting our bikes out of the garage and testing them out for our first ride (without Zeeke, since I was nearly falling on my ass without the added complication!), and Zeeke was NOT happy with us. He ended up sinking his teeth into the front window’s screen, putting a hole in it, and yanking it out of the window. Good thing the window wasn’t open or he’d have jumped right through. Oy.

All I can say is: We’re getting a crate tomorrow, doo-dah, doo-dah. We would have gotten one today (errr, yesterday?) but it was Memorial Day.

Oh, and I think the screen falls under boyfriend’s possessions instead of mine. I shouldn’t be happy about that, but… at least it wasn’t my shoes!!

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The garbage

This morning was as usual. First day back to work for bf since he returned from his business trip. He found his shaver in several pieces in his luggage bag, wasn’t too happy about that - scrambling to get it fixed so he could shave (military, he MUST be shaved - I don’t understand, but that’s why I’m not in the military). “Don’t forget the garbage, babe,” I said. He got the garbage out of the garbage can, we shoved a few more things in it. I demanded he unplug the ucky sink water so I could wash dishes today (I’m sorry, I’m NOT putting my hand in that *shudder*). And we were out the door. (I had to drive him to work today because we’re going out immediately after he gets off.)

I was gone for, oh, 45 minutes or so. I opened the door to find Zeeke calmly wagging his tail like a good boy, like he does with me every time I come home. I walk in and praise him. Then I spy the empty hot dog package. “What the heck?” I think to myself, but shrug it off. I turn to my left and see an empty friendly’s ice cream container. A sense of doom descends. I turn the corner to the kitchen and… THIS is what I find:

Guess who forgot to take the garbage outside? Oh, and guess when we had remembered to FINALLY throw out the very stinky, old bread, salad and EGGS. Oh yes, eggs. Smushed ALL OVER the kitchen floor.

Oh and the kicker? I emailed boyfriend a bunch of explicatives and said something to the effect of “!!!! GARBAGE!!!!” and he said he was so sorry… and then he realized, yesterday was a holiday… today’s not garbage day.