I think the dog is off his good behavior streak. He's been getting in a lot of trouble lately. This morning he was busy shredding a cloth lawn chair. Yep. My husband and father-in-law were hanging out in them only yesterday. They neglected to put them in the garage. Big mistake. Beasty boy went out there and gnoshed on them for breakfast.
"Schultz!" I yelled when I saw the blue fabric all over the lawn.
He knew he was in trouble.
He spent a couple of hours in his crate . Then, after I thought he had repented, I let him out. I went about my business. Suddenly, I heard a crash.
"Schultz!" I ran downstairs. The telephone was on the ground. No, he didn't eat the phone, but he did eat a little duct tape man my son had made for my husband. It had been resting against the phone. The duct tape man's body had been completely dismembered. And he was missing a head. I don't know where that went, and I probably don't want to know.
What I do know, is that the beast is grounded for a very long time! Bad dog!