A Million Little Pieces

Posted on July 19th, 2008 by admin

Hurley (for the most part) is a pretty good dog. He has a few little issues, but I’m hoping that our upcoming obedience class will help. He’s still young, so a little disobedience can be expected.

A week or so ago I decided to leave him out while I went to Walgreen’s. And by leave him out, I mean let him run around the apartment vs. being locked in his crate. Trivia: Crating a dog means that he will be less likely to pee/poo because he is in such a confined space. Dogs will try to do their best not to soil their sleeping quarters. Sorry-didn’t mean to get all Cesar on you. It was a quick trip so I figured he’d behave himself for the whopping 15 minutes of non supervision. Although I was a little worried that he might do his business all over my apartment. He hadn’t had an accident in a long time, but you never know. When I returned from Walgreen’s I was pleasantly surprised to find that he had in fact been a good boy. Great.

A few days later I decided to leave him out while I went across the street to the YMCA. I would be gone for about an hour, much longer than my quick trip to Walgreen’s, but I had faith in him. I figured he’d probably just chew on his toys or chase the cat or whatever.

Nope…

He decided to ingest 1/6 of a soccer ball.

Soccer Ball Dinner

There was tiny pieces/chunks of foam everywhere. Like white sprinkles. Only NOT fun. I sorta blamed this on myself as I had let him play and kinda chew on the soccer ball before. But I didn’t think he’d destroy it. I’m still finding little pieces of foam all over the place. So it wasn’t the pooing or peeing that I needed to be worried about. It was the fact that he would destroy things. That was the end of ’running free’ for a few days. I decided to give it another try. I hid anything and everything that I thought he could destroy. I tried it again when I had a quick trip and he was fine. I actually made a couple short trips and he did very well. Until last night. I went to Wal-Mart for some groceries and crap and decided to let him run free while I was gone. Stupid me, going to Wal-Mart on a Friday night was a disaster. It was so freaking busy, I think I waited in line for 45 minutes. I was almost trampled when a cashier opened her line. People were actually running to get to the line. I won’t do that anymore. But, I digress. I was gone for quite a long time. When I finally got home I found this scene…Bad Doggy!

Yes, that’s the perpetrator himself. Sitting proudly amongst the mess. What the heck is that stuff…you’re probably wondering. It’s the remains of a Purr Pad. Chief’s Purr Pad to be exact. A Purr Pad is this weird, fibrous cat bed thing. It’s supposed to attract cat hair and for some reason or another cat’s love them. I keep this Purr Pad in her make-shift cat bed. It’s her own little hide away from the insane canine.

Here’s Chief in her box. Only, now it has a big hole cut in the top so she can be all cozy.

: Cat in the Box

Yes, she is a big kitty. In a big-boned sort of way. But she loves sleeping in that box. You can see her sleeping on her Purr Pad. The same Purr Pad that Hurley destroyed whilst I was away at Wal-Mart. That’s another chunk of the Purr Pad to the left of the box. I cut it up and put pieces where she likes to sleep.

Let’s get a closer look at his face. His guilty, “I’m a BAD Doggy” face.