When I left for work this morning, I left my good, sweet dog behind, just like every weekday.
When I came home, he didn’t come to the door, which immediately means “Mommy, I did something bad”.
Then I found this:
Sorry about the crappy quality, I had to use my camera phone. But, that would be my living room carpet after I cut off all the fuzz that he shredded.
Evidently evil puppy was here while I was at work.
Now he’s sulky puppy:
I’m sure the neighbors got a good laugh at me chasing him around the back yard. He doesn’t come when I’m angry with him. (Not that it happens very often). I chased him upstairs, into the office, out the back door, back upstairs, then I gave up and grabbed his collar, which came off, so I grabbed him and dragged him over to me. I showed him the carpet and he looked at it and I said “bad dog! baaaaddddd!” and he started shaking and dropped his head. It was so cute and I was so mad but I couldn’t help but laugh at him looking so pathetic. Glad I can instill fear in the heart of someone lol.
I wanted to get rid of the carpeting, I just was planning on waiting until I had some money to do it!