Waldo's World

At some point, my dad started calling our dog Wally, Waldo.  I can't remember when, but it's definitely stuck.  While Aaron and I use several other nicknames, this is the only one my dad uses.  I don't think they were too fond of each other at first (Wally is about 5 times the size of their dog), but my dad has really grown to love Wally, I can tell :)  Thankfully, dad usually takes him for REALLY long walks whenever we visit so we get a little break.  

I was sitting around today thinking that Wally, yet again, got into something.  Our parents think that his antics are hilarious.  In the moment, I'm really, really mad (that might be an understatement if you asked my mom or Aaron), but when looking back on everything he's done, it's pretty funny.  So in order to capture all those moments, I'm instituting "Waldo's World."  These posts may be frequent or sporadic...it all depends on how much he gets into :)  For my sanity, let's hope it's not a daily segment!  Since this is first post, I'll go back and recount everything I can remember thus far...(mind you he's 3 and this all started in the past year)...

1. We bought a new container for our recycling and had put it on the floor next to the trash can.  The container had a lid, so we thought we were safe.  I came home to paper, plastic, everything shredded all over the living room.  Wally had figured out how to nose the lid open, and bring everything all over the house.  Solution - The recycling container only lasted one day...

2. We have a small trash can in the bathroom.  I was smart enough to get one with a lid that has the little step piece on the bottom.  You have to step on the piece at the bottom in order to get the lid to open.  Yeah, our dog figured it out.  I came home from work to the contents of the trash can...EVERYWHERE.  The main trash is one thing, but the bathroom trash...definitely not something I prefer to have to pick up after it's in the trash.  Solution - close the bathroom door when we aren't home.

3. I was sick one day from work.  I asked Aaron to pick up some sprite on the way home.  It was on sale so he bought me a twelve pack.  I had one can that night and figured I would put the box downstairs the next day.  Wally had a different idea.  I came home from work to find all eleven remaining cans scattered around the living room.  I counted 10 and couldn't find the last one.  Yeah, Wally had "teen wolfed" the eleventh can.  Thankfully, it's clear so it didn't stain the carpet.  Although, I'm sure he drank the whole thing.

4. We have a long pantry in our kitchen.  We close it every day because Wally would get into the empty cans and rattle them around.  Aaron took out a granola bar before work and accidentally forgot to latch it all the way.  I came home to find the contents of the bottom shelf strewn around the living room.  He also proceeded to open the jar of peanut butter (not sure how he accomplished that) and eat as much of it that his snout could reach.  And yes, it was a large jar, and yes, it was essentially brand new.  His water dish was all the way across the kitchen when I got home which tells me he'd been searching for water all day.  He drank about 8 bowls before our walk.  Then threw it all up on the kitchen floor when we got home.  He laid around all night.  I still don't think he's learned his lesson...he'd eat all the peanut butter in the world if we let him.

5.  His most recent stunt involves some ointment that I had.  My travel bag WAS always kept under the guest bed and my bathroom bag stayed in there.  Well, one day Wally got under the bed, pulled out my bag, and chewed the tube of ointment along with eating some of the medicine.  He decided to do that on the bed which proceeded to stain the duvet cover (thankfully it was from IKEA and not that expensive).  Then he brought it into the living room and stained a small piece of our rug.  Aaron was concerned that he was poisoned.  I was just pissed at how much he'd ruined.  So I was in charge of calling poison control (the vest suggested that since it was human medicine).  The lady was very nice and said he should be fine but told us what to watch for.

6.  Today I came home and wanted a cookie.  Aaron took yesterday off so I thought maybe he threw them away.  I called and he said that he hadn't.  I looked all around.  And where were they?  Under the couch.  Wally had been trying to get into the container and pushed it under the couch...thankfully before he was able to open the container.

Needless to say, Wally is back in his crate during the day!  Maybe we'll try leaving him out again when he's a little older.  Apparently, he's going through a phase where he needs to act out all of the time.  At least he's getting us ready for kids! :)

I had some really great pictures of everything on my phone.  Unfortunately, I lost all of those pictures.  I'll have to remember to take more from now on.  Let's hope it's not that often!