Tonight, for whatever reason, I was craving Dominos pizza. I can't remember the last time I had it. I wasn't even sure if there was one close to me. I pulled out my Google Maps ap on my iPone and searched Dominos and sure enough, one was close by! I gave them a call and ordered my pizza (who knew it was Two Times Tuesdays? 2 medium pizzas for the price of 1 large? Yes please). I put the puppy gates up to block the staircases (we only let Tex roam on the middle floor when we leave him) and went on my way. I was gone for maybe 15 minutes. Why am I talking about my Dominos dinner? It's relevant I promise...
So I get home with my delicious smelling medium cheese and medium pepperoni pizza and head up the stairs. Of course he's done it again... Tex has gotten into something. I know this when I don't see his little head watching for me out the window. This means he's doing something else... something bad. Tex decided to eat his "Doggie Journal". This is what I use to communicate with his dog walkers every day. They leave me notes on what his bowel movements of the day were if he was good or bad. I realize this sounds weird - it is. Anyways, he ate it. I yelled at him no, shoved his face in it, and took him downstairs for timeout in his crate (a senario he is all too familiar with lately). I decided to eat my incredibly healthy, nutricous dinner before I cleaned up the mess, which allowed me to take a quick snap shot. Exhibit A - chewed up doggie journal.
Hey... at least he kept it all in one area. the other week, he was not so nice when he got into a roll of paper towels and some of my coupons that were on the refrigerator. Exhibit B - not so consolidated.
I will share the few more pictures I have though. Exhibit C - Tex got into the pantry when I left the door open by accident and ate 2 1/2 sub rolls from Harris Teeter. This was all that was left:
Exhibit D - I come home from work today only to find that Tex decided to eat all of the picture frames on our TV console. Yes, I said eat. Don't believe me? Take a look for yourself... this is why our shelves are now bare! (also a look at the old kitchen table... what did I say about that a few posts back...)
I know what you're thinking - why don't you crate him all the time when you leave? I knowwwww people. It's hard though! He's housebroken so I feel so awful leaving him in this little confined place all day long... hopefully he will just grow out of this phase (I'm calling it a phase - don't judge me) soon.
OR maybe it's time for me to just be a stay at home mom... do puppies count? :)
And if you're wondering, no I did not eat 2 medium Dominos pizzas all by myself... I hate half of one!
Less than 2 more days till we get to take our little road trip - I cannot wait! Update on Brandon: he got 2 home runs in his game last night! He went 3-5 with 3 RBIs. So proud of him :)
Hi Lindsay! I just came across your blog and thought I would send you a message. :) I also have a crazy pup who happens to be part lab. He used to do the exact same stuff and eventually outgrew it. He is about 2.5 now and I still keep stuff out of reach just in case, but I didn't have the heart to crate him. Many dogs with anxiety do tend to feel better in a crate so hopefully he will fare well. All the best and congrats on making it to the Big Leagues!
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