Silence is NOT golden

So there's a phenomenon in our house.    And one must be very aware of this phenomenon.  It's the phenomenon of silence.  And what's the big deal with silence?  And why should one be aware?  Well because first off it rarely happens.  Our home is definitely NOT the site for a contemplative retreat.  Unless it is like 3AM and we are all asleep.  No - our house is not often quiet.  Einstein is either barking at the FG, or the FG is barking at Einstein or I am barking at the garage door - beckoning it to open so I can dash in to the food bin and eat until I explode.

So when there IS silence in our house, it can only spell one thing.  Someone is doing something bad.  Now SOMETIMES, Einstein will squeal on someone if they do something - like countersurf and get something he wished HE had found.  But other times, he just watches.  And is silent.  Like last night...

My human was in the bedroom, getting her clothes ready for work today and we were all hanging out in the dining area.  We had ALL just been out - and my human ASSUMED we would settle down and chew on our bones.  A reasonable assumption.  And we did.  Well.  Two of us did.

Anyway, she was busy getting her things organized and suddenly realized it was quiet.  She figured SOMETHING was up.  So she came into the room and sure enough - trouble.  You may recall that the FG loved the old dining room carpet - so much so that it ended up looking like it had been attacked by 2 foot long moths.  There were holes EVERYWERE.  So she dragged the monstrosity out to the curb one day and off it went in the trash.  She then purchased a rather economical indoor/outdoor carpet.  And she watched the FG like a HAWK when she put it down.  And that was - heck a couple of months ago now - wasn't it?  A couple of times he ATTEMPTED to start "rounding off" the corners - but was caught and told "no."  But overall he hasn't touched it.  So you know what happened - my human let down her guard...

She came in the room to find giant threads of jute-like material being pulled from the back of the carpet.  "AGGGHHHHHHHH" she shouted.  The good news was he had the decency to start at the back or underside of the carpet - so when my human flipped it over, you couldn't actually SEE the damage. Yet. 

But you KNOW he won't give up.   Looks like the FG will be in his pony-sized crate any time my human is out of the room for more than 10 minutes.  Did someone say Picards are puppies for 3 years?  Great.  Two more to go. 

But I must confess it's nice to have someone ELSE in trouble these days. 

Have a good one.  Peace and paws up!