I’ve been out of the crate for about three nights now. I’ve caught up on my sleep and feeling pretty frisky – Hairy Bullet frisky.
Went for a walk today with Laurel, no prong collar as it broke. Muahahaha, first mistake, humans!!! I can surely feel when I don’t have that pesky collar on. So I gave Laurel a rough ride, and when I got home, I found one of Erik’s shoes.
I will leave the ensuing scene of pandemonium to your vivid imaginations. Laurel, Erik, Jamie, and Mom attempted to subdue me.
Suffice it to say that at one point, I was leaping on the (small) side table, hind legs scrabbling, knocking over anything and everything, and very nearly smashing Mom’s hurricane lamp in the process. I think I left my own groove in Dad’s couch!
Finally, Mom got in a squirt of the ol’ Bitter Apple and cornered me. I gave up and she frog-marched me into the crate.
I guess it’s back to the crate for me.