I got home from work and my house was an absolute disaster. The kitchen is being remodeled (yeah!). But that leaves the dogs feeling displaced and a bit on the back burner. I cannot imagine that they where home alone for more than 45 minutes, but in that time they were able to devour several boxes of bagged tea. Who knew that dogs had a proclivity towards Decaf Earl-Grey, certainly not me. In addition to the tea was my pencil case full of wonderful, inky pens (leaving dark smears all over the wood floor); a wooden elephant from my mother's most recent trip to India; Emma's collar; a collage made of German Shrubbery; and a cat toy—all masticated. Evidently my dogs have international taste. I will have you know that they left their nyla-bone and ruff-toy untouched (what's the fun if it can be shredded? I concede them that point).
This is an ongoing, and escalating, epidemic of naughtiness. I would like to believe in my heart that it is the dislocation from the kitchen/normal routine which is leading to their behavior. However, if they do not get shipshape soon, it's going to be time fora new fur coat…
And finally, the BBC is reporting that anti-depressants are garbage. So my dream of putting the puppies on Prozac has been dashed.
