Gee, I wonder who did that?
Mr. Wendell, of course.
Wendell Rupert, our "darling" 4 year-old beagle, has been somewhat of a terror this past week.
Monday: I came home and he had destroyed the garbage, and pooped on the floor.
Tuesday: He knocked over the garbage again.
Wednesday: He was pretty well behaved, but he chewed up a corn-dog stick (I have no idea where he got it) and left it in the hallway.
Thursday: He was IN THE GARBAGE CAN when I got home.
Friday: He was sleeping soundly in his chair, and there wasn't a mess... until after I took him for a walk and let him do his business, then fed him, watered him, and went on Facebook.
Now, he has his moments where he's pretty naughty, and has since we got him (when he was a puppy, he ate The Complete Works of Shakespeare while I was in class. I was not amused. Another time, he ate an entire bar of Special K bars while my friend Matt and I went to rent a movie. We didn't know he was capable of jumping on the table when he was so small.
Sometimes, I find it hard to be mad at him, like, when we leave him and didn't take him out first. Or when we forget to pick up something and it's something he'd obviously tear apart. But the other times, I just am furious. Luckily, he's cut down on those majorly since last winter...
until lately.
I've heard a few theories: He knows that we're having a baby and wants his attention. He is mad at me for being so exhausted and not spending as much time with him lately. He is upset with all the changes (losing his "wife," children, and "boyfriend") when we moved again.
Whatever the reason, it's not cool.
And now, I have to go clean up the fluffy blue remains.
(Although my mom won't read this, because she doesn't have the internet, it's her birthday, and I love her!)
That's a lovely picture of you and Wendell...however, I think you've painted a pretty unfair picture of him in this blog. Look at that face. He'd NEVER do the things you said about him. Poor puppy.....:)
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