Oh My Puppy...

Yesterday as i was happily sleeping in, my husband kissed me good-bye and asked if it would be ok to leave the dog in the house when he left for work. I peeked over the side of the bed and saw my puppy sleeping in his bed and said of course. About ten minutes later, Ichi came over to lick me good morning and let me know he was awake and i made a note to get up soon. A little while later i heard him eating and playing in the living room and thought what a good dog he is.

Then i got up. It was about 20 minutes since he first woke me and as soon as he heard me he ran into the bedroom and gave be a guilty look and i knew something was not good. Warily i put on my glasses and headed out to the living room where i found his handy work.

My camera bag and camera were on the floor sporting chew marks (how he got it out of the bag i don't know, my dog can undo zippers!), there were pieces of plastic everywhere (which i later identified as my memory chip), i found a plastic knob that came out of a still unknown piece of furniture, and worst of all, my paperback of Atlas Shrugged was shredded.

I learned early as a dog owner that you can't get mad at your dog for getting into things because that is what dogs do when you are not paying attention, just like little kids. I yelled anyway. I bumped my dogs nose with my shreded book. Ichi hid his face with his paws and gave me his "sad i am sorry" look.

The story ends with me cleaning up the living room and then taking my dog for a walk. He really is a good dog and i have learned my lesson about sleeping in. I would never let an eight month old baby play alone in the living room while i slept and now never an eightt month old dog either!!