Drake Goes on a Spree

Posted on February 2, 2009 in Dogs

Cats don’t do this!

Two nights away at the Lawrence Welk Resort didn’t seem like much — we knew the cats would recognize us when we came back — but Drake agonized over our absence despite the twice-daily visits of a guardian. He greeted us enthusiastically at the door until we noticed the detritus of a bender he’d had. The door to the bedroom had been barred to him by our design, so he explored the space under the bathroom sink, dragging out toothbrushes, toothpaste, a bottle of Grecian Formula that I’d forgotten I had, razors, and other plastic accoutrements peculiar to our bathroom. He chewed these into lumps and seedlike fragments, tore open a box of bandages, and squeezed the toothpaste out of a sample-sized tube.

Oh! The second I stopped the celebration of our return by noticing these, his SPU went into operation and he stalked over to the bed. I had mixed feelings about scolding him so soon after our return. For the rest of the day, he favored Lynn over me except when I had a biscuit to present.