If you are ever short of blogging material, go out and get yourself a Foster Dog. A 6 year old boy with a shady past and no fixed address. Believe me, it's like having a baby...all the dinner time conversation is about the newcomer. Friends drop by to see him. Neighbors ooh and aah as you pass them on the street. And you, the proud new mama, your'e so proud of your angel. RIGHT?
Wrong! After yesterdays disaster where Hunter ate the box of biscuits, 1/2 loaf of bread and was just tucking into the Bailley's Chocolates, I decided for his sake, the cats safety and the safety of my house, I would put him in the laundry room when I went out. 1st try he was great. 2nd try this afternoon, I opened the front door really quietly and peeked in to see if I heard howling or crying. I barely got my foot in the door and I was stunned to see Hunter in the Hallway. PRISON BREAK. My first fear was for the cat. I ran room to room calling her.In the office, her food bowl that was high on a cabinet was on the floor. Toppled and empty. Books, papers, phone..All on the floor. I ran downstairs.Garbage can overturned in laundry. Laundry soap container on the floor, upstairs in my office it looked like I had been burgled. Papers on the floor. Staples, coffee mug overturned...Finally found the cat..she's fine and went to the kitchen where all the food had been hidden away before I left. Except the one thing a dog would never eat. Bananas. Yep, about 2 lbs (3 medium bananas in a pound). all gone include 3 peels.
I couldn't yell at him. I just looked at him. He knew he was a Bad Ass. He was creeping and shaky and worried. He's troubled. And I did what I would do with a troubled kid. I hugged him, then the cat and thanked God they're OK.Then I cleaned up the mess and gave him the new pull toy I had gone out to buy him.
Hunter only had a light supper tonight. He's resting comfortably on the kitchen floor right now. The cat...she just can't bear to watch the destruction anymore.