At first he just started getting a little crazy, like spontaneously running laps around the room, over the furniture and across people's faces (sorry Alison). Then last Wednesday he managed to break out of his crate. I know what you are thinking, "Smart dog, he figured out how to open the latch." Um, no. Actually he broke the entire side panel off. God forbid he should use the door and make it easy for us to fix! So, as I open the door after a long day of work, I am greeted by Owen, ever so excitedly wagging his tail, in a mess of ashes from the fireplace, shredded paper, and fruit, yes, fruit. I have a beautiful, plum colored, ceramic fruit bowl that was recently stocked with bananas, clementines, limes, pears, avocados, and one beautiful mango. I must say, I was grateful to see that the bowl was still teetering on the edge of the bar and had not fallen to its doom, but every banana was eaten with peels strewn about the apartment. I guess Owen decided he wasn't a fan of the clementines and the limes, but you better believe he tried every one of them! He may not have eaten them, but he made sure to mark them all with his teeth prints. As I walked into the bedroom I saw some more fruit and a little piece of gnawed plastic, which I soon recognized as a pill bottle cap. I won't lie, my initial thought was, "oh good, he overdosed, now I won't have to kill him," until I realized that my dog really is smart, because the bottle of pills he decided to devour was Pepto-Bismol, which is only appropriate after you have eaten SIX bananas!
Now as bad as this sounds, this was only the first time he managed to break out of his crate. I will admit the second time wasn't as bad. But, our third incident happened when Chris decided to put him in the bathroom so that he wouldn't destroy the entire apartment. First, he managed to lock himself in there. Now, I don't know how, because we don't have one of those locks that you push the button. You have to turn out lock, but like I said, he is gifted. Second, he smeared poop all over the entire bathroom! I am pretty sure that Chris spent 2-3 hours trying to clean it up, until he had to leave for his guitar lesson and I took over.
Yesterday he pooped in his crate, but at least it was inside his crate and not smeared all over my things. After Chris reinforced it with some electrical tape he couldn't manage to wriggle his way out. Other than that, Owen was actually decent yesterday. I am just praying that when I walk in the house today after work, he will not be greeting me at the door.
It doesn't even seem possible that a dog who looks like this could be so crazy!