Sometimes my dog is really bad. Sometimes this results in damage to my property. A few weeks ago I left Milo downstairs while I went upstairs to do some studying. (Remember, I’m in med school, I should be doing this all the time). I want to estimate that Milo was out of my sight for an hour, maybe an hour and a half. He can USUALLY handle this much alone time but on this particular day the doggie voices on his shoulder told him to eat my rug! Michael and I have speculated on why he thought the rug was edible.
- It looks like grass and sometimes grass is tasty
- There was residual rawhide and it was tasty
- He had at some point thrown up rawhide, and the remnants were tasty
Anyway, he meticulously devoured a circle of our shag rug and piled the left-overs next to the hole. He could be an engineer!
HIs daddy was not pleased!
Fast forward to this morning. Michael leaves for work around 6 am, and from then to when I wake up Milo usually has run of the house. (note that during the night he is in bed with us, under the covers, don’t judge!) I opened our bedroom door this morning at 7 to see a neat surprise! It was a plastic bag with some breadcrumbs around it! Hmmm….. was this some sort of offering from the breakfast fairies???
I followed the path of bread crumbs downstairs. From my forensic analysis I have deduced that at some point between 6 and 7 am this morning, the 27th of September, Milo the dog leapt onto the dining room table and pilfered some sliced bread. A minor offense, but there is more to this case.
Reading the bread crumb evidence I could follow Milo’s tracks. He ate as much as his naughty stomach could hold, ran a victory-lap around the table, and then made his way to the living room. Milo has documented squirrel-tendencies. Much like with his treats and bones, he hid little pieces of bread in every nook of our couch and love seat. Between EVERY cushion there was a nibble of bread! And that leaves a big mess! Is Milo preparing for the apocalypse? I don’t have time for that.