We left Chester alone in the house all day for his first time, save two short visits by the house sitting service. One can never be sure how a young, bored, and lonely dog will pass the time.
“Well, would you look at that, a leather wrap around a chair leg. Hmm? Looks positively chew-able.”
“Or those shoes! They smell like Mom’s feet. Yum yum.”
“I really do think if I scratch hard enough through the carpet right here I may be able to get into the basement. Perhaps there are treats down there?!”
“Would you look at that — Drapes! One tug and off the rod they came. Duck Cover and Roll!”
“What’s this up here on the counter top? A chicken? No, can’t be. But wait, it is. A thawing chicken — Yahoo!”
And so on…
Instead, about 11:30 am I get a reassuring text from the house sitting service:
Everything was perfect, Rod. I did a walk thru and didn’t find anything of concern. Chester was snoozing on the big pillow under the window when I arrived.
But of course you silly upright, what did you expect
