You're so good, but so, so bad...
Ross and I were just talking yesterday about how good of a dog Amos has become. Just a sweet little snugglebug whose biggest vice is getting into the trash. Of course, this can be remedied by locking the kitchen trashcan in the bathroom when we have to step out and leave Amos by himself. However, when we're home it's not a problem.
HA! Last night proved otherwise. Amos, for the most part, has given up sleeping on the bed with us and has taken to his soft-sided crate we keep in the bedroom for nighttime sleeping. We don't bother to zip him up in there, since he's certainly welcome to hop up on the bed when he pleases and sleep there with us. Usually, though, he doesn't budge in the night. He just conks out and stays out. Ross has been leaving the bedroom door open at night (I'm sure you see where this is going already) since it creates a cross draft with the windows in the apartment being open, which is much needed in the Sacramento summer heat if one is to sleep semi-comfortably.
Well, I don't know WHAT got into him last night, but at about 2:30 AM, Ross and I awoke to a strange sound in the living room/kitchen area of the apartment. I immediately asked if Ross could see Amos sleeping in his crate (the crate is on Ross' side of the bed), since I'm always paranoid that Amos will get into mischief in the night what with the door being wide open for him to leave at will. Ross couldn't really see but said, "Oh, it's probably just the vertical blinds swaying in the breeze. More noises. NOT vertical blinds noises. I asked again, "Can you see Amos in his crate?" Ross actually takes a look this time and says... "No. Dammit."
As you probably guessed, Ross caught Amos red-pawed in the act of chewing on and strewing trashcan items about the house. At least he was able to scold him with several "No, no, bad dogs." Usually, when we discover he's done something like that, it's too late to scold him for it. After everything was cleaned up (I allowed Ross to do it, since he's the one who insists on keeping the bedroom door open; I know, I'm bad) and Amos seemed sufficiently remorseful, we zipped the dog into his crate and went back to sleep... but HOLY COW, what a BAD DOG.
Still kind of disappointed.
HA! Last night proved otherwise. Amos, for the most part, has given up sleeping on the bed with us and has taken to his soft-sided crate we keep in the bedroom for nighttime sleeping. We don't bother to zip him up in there, since he's certainly welcome to hop up on the bed when he pleases and sleep there with us. Usually, though, he doesn't budge in the night. He just conks out and stays out. Ross has been leaving the bedroom door open at night (I'm sure you see where this is going already) since it creates a cross draft with the windows in the apartment being open, which is much needed in the Sacramento summer heat if one is to sleep semi-comfortably.
Well, I don't know WHAT got into him last night, but at about 2:30 AM, Ross and I awoke to a strange sound in the living room/kitchen area of the apartment. I immediately asked if Ross could see Amos sleeping in his crate (the crate is on Ross' side of the bed), since I'm always paranoid that Amos will get into mischief in the night what with the door being wide open for him to leave at will. Ross couldn't really see but said, "Oh, it's probably just the vertical blinds swaying in the breeze. More noises. NOT vertical blinds noises. I asked again, "Can you see Amos in his crate?" Ross actually takes a look this time and says... "No. Dammit."
As you probably guessed, Ross caught Amos red-pawed in the act of chewing on and strewing trashcan items about the house. At least he was able to scold him with several "No, no, bad dogs." Usually, when we discover he's done something like that, it's too late to scold him for it. After everything was cleaned up (I allowed Ross to do it, since he's the one who insists on keeping the bedroom door open; I know, I'm bad) and Amos seemed sufficiently remorseful, we zipped the dog into his crate and went back to sleep... but HOLY COW, what a BAD DOG.
Still kind of disappointed.