I got home from work yesterday, and was only here long enough to grab a bite to eat, change, feed the pets, and then headed off to the Humane Society. I was gone about an hour. Andrew arrived shortly after I got home from the HS to pick up Gordie. Gordie was busy in that hour, leaving me presents to remember him by.
One of my shoes was in my room when I got home. I didn’t think much of it, and just tossed it back out into the hall where I’d left it with the other one. Then when I was getting ready for bed, I found something on the bed, which I didn’t immediately recognize. Took me a minute… Ahh, yes. I had him for over a week. With the exception of a couple of accidents, he was perfectly lovely to have around. What in hell possessed him in the last hour that he was at my house???
A little while later I was collecting the garbage and went into the spare room where the litter boxes are kept. Turns out he left me a present there, too. Seriously dog, would it have killed you to have pooped six inches back and IN one of the litter boxes? Sheesh.
Andrew claims the shoe was attacked by termites. Indeed.