Nocturnal visits to the restroom are different with a puppy in the household.
First, what was once an uneventful trip down the hallway in the dark, can now be an adventure.
Quiet as we might be for our spouse’s sake, during a 2 a.m. wake up call, it is not unusual for a foot to come down hard on a squeak toy, resulting in a piercing noise in an otherwise silent household.
The soft rubber chicken, aptly named ‘Chick Magnet,’ is a particular favorite of J. Dudley’s and it shows up in various spots around the house.
Of course, the unexpected sound awakens young Dudley, who thinks it must be time to play (gnaw).
Our young pup has become fairly reliable in terms of asking to go outside when the spirit moves him, so he has graduated from first a crate, then to an enclosed bathroom, and now to the foot of the bed.
This means when the two of us are fast asleep, he has more freedom than he should have, apparently.
Although I vaguely remember the sound of him chewing on something late one night, perhaps it was wishful thinking that I believed the source of his obsession was an approved toy.
Ha.
Later that night, during my groggy trek across the carpet a strange sensation hit my feet, and there was a crackling sound coming from whatever it was I encountered.
What?
I thought the worst: Dudley must have been chewing on the carpet leaving nothing but nubs in his wake. But there wasn’t a thing I could do about it at that hour, so I kept on my mission.
On my return, I paused long enough to realize Dudley had found a box of spaghetti noodles within his reach (how and why is boring and irrelevant) chewed it open and spread what was contained therein across the bedroom floor like pick-up-sticks.
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I once encountered a scattered package of Rice-a-Roni in the middle of the night. No food of any kind is safe from Shadow.
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