Today, here I am going back to work after a short summer break. For those who don’t know, I work in a year round school. We have a shorter summer break, but come October, I’ll be off for three glorious weeks. Not that I am already counting down, mind you.
The last few days before I go back to school, I admit that I get a bit decadent. I sleep in a little more and take life at a slower pace. After our guests left from last week, I definitely went into lazy, last days of summer mode.
I thought that after Lilac left us last year that I’d be able to get back to sleeping until a decent hour. She must be having a good laugh somewhere, though, because Kuster thinks we should be up at 4:30 every morning like clockwork. We try to ignore him, but that last hour of sleep is rough.
Saturday morning Mr. Taleteller had Search and Rescue training, but this training was for humans only. It required him to leave really early, but he did get up and let all the dogs out and give them breakfast beforehand. The dogs were all content with this arrangement. It also meant that I could sleep in uninterrupted bliss. Bunny had come back to bed to join me and was enjoying Mr. Taleteller’s pillow and the house was silent.
Last week, Morgan got a new crate pad, so we took her old bed out and tried putting it in Kuster’s crate. We’ve been wanting to keep him on softer surfaces to help ease the pano flare ups, but he’s been a bit stubborn on that issue. Still, he enjoyed the new (for him, anyway) bed all week and seemed to find it very comfortable.
So, you can imagine my surprise when I woke up Saturday morning around 7:00 and came out to witness Kuster’s handiwork. How he managed to get piles of orthopedic bed strewn all the way around the outside of his crate is a mystery. He wasn’t content with just shredding the foam into a billion pieces, though. He ripped the bed cover apart, pulled off the zipper teeth and even separated the zipper from the teeth and pulled off the zipper pull. His tail thumped on the bottom of his crate in his usual good morning greeting as I walked into the living room. The boy seemed pretty proud of his handiwork.
I had to laugh. Being the good blogger that I am, I went and got the camera and took pictures of the puppy with his destruction. I guess we’re back to old towels for his bedding for a while, which he seems to like. These are the sorts of things they don’t tell you about when you’re oooing and aahing over cute puppies. Puppyhood certainly isn’t for the faint of heart. But at least he did it in silence and let me sleep in on a Saturday morning. It turns out that I have a very considerate puppy.