more tales from the dog

These past two days haven't been the greatest for Mr. Scout...

- Forgot to pick up his crate from his stay with Sue this weekend, so he was given the privilege of staying in the laundry room, crate-free!, during the night or while we were out.  We even put his bed in there to make it comfy.  Talk about freedom (in a small measure), huh?  I went home to take him out at 2pm yesterday, and when I got home at 6:15pm, he'd peed all over his bed and the floor (which he NEVER does).  Lovely.

- Last night, I was using an old baking sheet in the oven, and the thing was smoking like nobody's business.  Needless to say, the smoke alarm went off.  More than once.  (For those of you concerned, dinner was fine.)  Pretty sure the high pitched noise scared the little man to death.  He ran out the door to the top of the driveway, laid down, and wouldn't budge.  When he finally did come inside, it was clear he was traumatized, so J let him on the couch to snuggle with him.  This was where he landed (picture below)...acting like a cat.  He hardly moved the rest of the night.  

- I'm happy to say that Scout it back to his old self again this morning.  After a fun run around with Cooper, another office dog, I took him out to potty.  And do you know what happened?  He pooped out a sock.  Yep, the SECOND of Jamie's dress socks that I've seen come out of his back side.  Think there's any chance they're a pair?  Or that the husband might start picking up his socks?  Or that we can actually train Scout to not eat socks (our trainer says it can be done)?  Sigh.

- But on a fun note, the lil' man sure is loving the weather and the leaves.  One day I'll get a video to show you, but he runs up and down the strip of grass outside our office, and buries his head in the pinestraw.  Then he'll roll around in the leaves/grass looking all happy.  It's pretty adorable.  

- Oh, and my friend, Charlsie, has officially declared me a dog person.  Maybe it's the countless pictures I put of Scout on twitter?  Oh well, guess it was bound to happen.