guilty as charged

Why is our dog chewing his splint? Why is he chewing his bandages? What is our dog trying to tell us?

The past few days have been pretty good days, except for the part where Jane came home one of those days and as soon as she walked into the hallway heard a big “thump” in the living room and figured out that I had been on the sofa while she was away.  My big guilty eyes and tail wagging a mile a minute may have been another hint (or admission) that I had done something I wasn’t supposed to do.

But that wasn’t the end of that.

The rules for leaving me home alone are now in reverse.  No longer am I confined to the living room; now I may be anywhere but the living room.

From now on when she leaves home, she closes the dog gate to the living room with me on the outside of the gate and of the living room.  Then the door to the basement remains closed and at the bottom of the staircase to the 2nd floor she puts the other dog gate.   The Instructions were pretty clear that I am not allowed on a sofa because jumping down off of it may hurt my foot and my chances for recuperation and running normally again.

My mom is pretty serious about the rules and obeying the doctors’ instructions, but I’m pretty serious about figuring out a way around them or at least waiting until my parents leave me home alone, at which time I can get around them more easily.  Then my mom comes back and gets pretty serious about figuring out a way around my being serious about breaking the rules.

After that, she and Phil went out at night and put the extra-large Elizabethan collar on me, just like the doctor said to do. No problem, they thought. We’ll have  a miserable dog, but he won’t chew at his splint. Wrong. Right about having a miserable dog, but wrong about my not chewing at my splint and bandages. About 90 minutes later, when my parents  came home, Jane noticed my bandages were wet and my splint had been chewed at. And my dad agreed with her.

In the picture above, you see me looking guilty as charged.