Eddie woke me up at 4:22 am on Monday. He was climbing on my head and drooling. Yup, that's right. He drools. Literally drips out-- It's quite disgusting. Anyhow, I got up and shut him out of our bedroom and tried to fall back asleep but to no avail. For the next hour I tossed and turned and everytime I was just about to drift off I could hear a little voice telling me to just get up--think of all the things you could be getting done. Finally, I did listen to that little voice and got up. At 5:22 a.m.
I made myself a cup of tea, started a load of laundry and had breakfast. I updated my blog. Then I cleaned up the kitchen including a complete emptying and a partial re-load of the dishwasher. I cleaned the foyer (ours is fair sized) I packed the kids' lunches and filled out their envelopes and wrote checks for Frosty Shoppe for them. I vacummed the 1st floor, fed the cats and finished that load of laundry. All of this before 7:30! I even chatted online with my friend Cathy who lives up the street and was up surprisingly early herself for a few minutes. It was very nice getting a good start to the day.
Oh. I ALSO brought the dog-crate up from the basement and put it in the office on the second floor. I was getting to the point where I couldn't take having to come home everyday and spend time cleaning up the kitchen that was full of destroyed paper and any other reachable thing. Before we all left the house, I turned on some music for the dogs, put Riley in the crate and Bob in the office and put the gate up to keep Bob in the office with Riley.
A few hours later I came home and the office was TRASHED. Papers everywhere. Chewed up pieces of plastic from various things including the cases of several CDS that had been packed in a box with a lid on it. Oh, and this:
This was a full bottle minus about 3 tablets. Completely empty now. Not even one tablet to be found among the debris.
The culprit?
Bob. Yup, he did it all by himself. All of it. Poor Riley was still in the crate looking at me in that ingratiating way that dogs have when they think you might be mad at them.
Soooooooooooo. So. So. SO. Has Bob been the one doing all the damage these past two months? Despite having seen Riley be destructive like this about a year or so ago (which is why we were so quick to blame him thought we've not caught him at it since) could it really have been Bob all along and not Riley? We shall see today if it's really been Bob or if it's both.
Today, Bob will be spending his time in the crate and Riley in the office with the gate up to see if he duplicates Bob's destruction. It'll be worth taking the chance of having to clean up the same mess again (minus the TUMS) to see just who is doing what here.
Any guesses??
