Bailie here at the keyboard today. Mom and Emma said I should be ashamed of myself and part of my punishment would be to tell the world what I did this time. I just can’t help my habit of destruction, and honestly, I don’t feel real regretful either. Because of my destructive tendencies, I’ve been kenneled a lot when Mom is not home. I get to stay out when she is only gone for an hour or two, or later in the day. Because I’ve been really good lately, Mom left me home without being in my kennel while she went to work for five hours. The two days prior to this latest “event” I was home for three hours one day and four the next with no destruction but it was later in the day.
Mom came home from work and this is what she found. My bed was inside out, but there isn’t much left of it, so not much fun to destroy anymore. I went upstairs and got the round cat bed I used to sleep in as a small puppy and brought it down to the living room to “work on”. What terrified Mom was the cable lying there. Had I been dealing with electricity?
The first thing Mom did was run through the entire house in a big panic to see if any electronic stuff was destroyed or if she could figure out where the cable came from. The photo above is the same kind of cable I “worked on”. Eventually, Mom remembered she had left such a cable lying on a shelf in her office. Sure I took it, I won’t deny it, but what is the big deal? She never said I couldn’t take stuff off the shelves, geez!
I removed the ends because they were the best to chew on. You can see what they looked like after my work compared to the boring look beforehand. My teeth and jaws got a real nice workout. Sure, I had antlers and stuff I could have munched on, but this cable was a lot more fun.
I guess for now I have to be in my kennel the mornings that Mom goes to work, except for the day I go to daycare – what a drag that is! Mom says she is just thankful I was not hurt or injured. Emma and Katie tell me I’m really dumb to do these things as they never did stuff like that and they were done with kenneling by the time they were ten months old. I don’t really care. I’m the family baby and I will quit my wave of destruction when I feel like it. Life without bad dogs would sure be boring!