There is nothing more enjoyable than waking up too early on a Saturday morning to find that a bored Shiba Inu has overturned your garbage can, spread the garbage all over the room, and chewed each piece into soggy shreds. Always the optimist, I immediately rationalized that at least the trash can had been half-full instead of half-empty.
(Oh, and that little spot on the carpet next to her? That’s where she just peed.)
We had a similar morning at my house. As I desperately tried to get ready for my sister’s graduation party today, my bichon frise puppy decided that I was not paying enough attention to him. His solution? He ran into the bathroom, grabbed the roll of toilet paper [my sister has this issue about putting it on the roll, so she just lays it on top of the holder] brought it to my room, and proceeded to tear the ENTIRE brand-new roll into littleteenytiny pieces and make sure that little soggy bits could be found in every single corner. This includes the piles of laundry that I sorted last night, so I now have to de-tissue the piles before they can be washed.
Man’s best friend. Right.