Coming home at ten o’clock last night (with Louis and his super-clean crate), I discovered that apparently Louis was not the only one plotting the death of my sanity. It seems that after I left for the second half of my shift, Napoleon had let himself out of his crate and gone on a rampage, ripping into every garbage container he could find and strewing the contents all over my house. He also threw in a few socks, pajamas and cassette tapes (I don’t even know where he found the cassette tapes) just for good measure.
The only part that made the mess somewhat funny was that Napoleon was sitting with his face in the corner when I walked in, in some form of self-imposed doggie time-out. It was so pitiful, I had to laugh…and take pictures.
So it seems someone will be getting a lock for his kennel door. Prior to this, he’s only used his Houdini talents to let first himself and then his brother out of the crates so the two of them could wrestle around for a while. This, however, I find much less amusing.
Oh and to top off Napoleon spree of mischief, Hayden had also taken it upon himself to use his food bowl as a personal toilet. It might have worked for, say, a miniature pinscher or something. But a shepherd? Not so much.
Crazy, all of them! I am blaming the full moon…just because.
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