Bad Dog

Being home with Riley over the past six weeks has been wonderful…all 42 days of sleepless nights. The pets have enjoyed me being home too, especially the Dee Oh Gee…dog. Yesterday I needed to run a quick errand so Riley and I packed up and headed out the door. Usually, whenever we leave the house the dog goes outside as you never know what kind of mess you’ll come home to. But the dog was sleeping quietly upstairs and I was only going to be gone for a minute. But like one of Pavlov’s dogs, the sound of my keys had her awake and looking over the catwalk to see where we were going. Shoot! Oh well, I’ll only be gone a minute, Im sure she’ll be fine. Famous last words.

After being gone for about 30 minutes, Riley and I were back home again. Typically, the dog goes spastic to greet us and inevitably wakes up anyone who is sleeping…like the baby. But she didn’t…which only means one thing…she’s been a bad girl. I look to my left and sure enough, she got in the trash. But nothing major, she just pulled out a paper towel, a cat food can, and some wrapping paper. I can live with that. Odd, I thought to myself, that she still hasn’t come down to sheepishly greet us (knowing that she’s been bad). So I headed upstairs…and saw this: That’s right. Shredded poopie diapers. All over the carpet. I had recently emptied the Diaper Genie and left the bag in the hallway to be taken outside once I had a free moment. I had completely forgotten about it when I left…but apparently Mandy hadn’t. Its my own fault as I know she gets upset when I leave and likes to destroy things (like eating my underwear). So don’t feel sorry for me, especially since this is the second time its happened!