Rosie woke me up this morning by screaming, "Momma there’s poop EVERYWHERE! I can’t play with my toys! WAKE UP!"
Oh, why me?
Hank, our coon hound beast, always whines when we put him in his crate at night. He does this awful bark yelp noise. It goes on for as long as 3 hours every night before he stops. The other two dogs just sleep on the floor by our bed, but Hank has to go in his crate. I decided to experiment with leaving him out to see if he would sleep on the dog bed in our room instead.
Fail. Fail, fail, fail, fail, fail, fail fail, FAIL.
I put the trash can in the laundry room so he wouldn’t get into it.
Before bed he had his usual five cups of dog food, and a chew stick too. That should be enough, right? Five cups of food is a lot.
I let them out at 2 in the morning to go potty, just for the heck of it because I was up.
Sometime between 4 in the morning when we went to sleep and 8 in the morning when Rosie woke me up Hank managed to produce 6 huge piles of poop in various places all over the house.
Want to know why he pooped so much? Quick survey of the poop filled house revealed that he’d ripped open a 50 lb. bag of dog food and eaten 3/4th’s of it. He ripped into the cat food and ate 3/4th’s of that. He ate four bananas from the back of the stove. He ate all of the kitty litter from one box including the poo/pee clumps. He ate at least 8 eggs from a bucket by the back door and cracked all of the rest.
He’s so bloated he looks like a pregnant goat about to give birth any second. He’s waddling. His sides are sticking out comically far.
Serves him right. He ate so much he had to poop and poop and poop to keep from exploding.
The best part is he ate right before bed, he wasn’t even hungry. He’s just a bad dog.
I’m not even going to mention how he got into the garage yesterday while we were gone (he was chained up but he managed to stretch his chain into the garage) and knocked over a tub full of pine shavings from my baby chicks, got out the empty chick feeder and chewed it up in the yard, and also chewed up three of my flower pots being stored in the garage. (He has to be chained in the first place because he immediately jumps the fence and runs away, and anything but an actual chain he will chew through.)
I don’t understand why. Walking him until he’s worn out does nothing–even when walked every day he will come home and destroy as soon as you turn your back, or run away over the fence, or steal your freshly made food right off of the stove.
My house smells so bad right now.