Minnie found a steak-bone on our walk the other day, and I let her carry it home and work on it in the backyard for a while. “What could go wrong?” I thought. It made her so happy.
She sleeps in my office at night, separated from the rest of the house so she doesn’t terrorize the cats. Putting her to bed is the last thing I do before I go to bed myself, and letting her out is the first thing I do when I wake up.
The next morning, when I went into my office to let Minnie out, I found the answer to the question, “What could go wrong?”
Fortunately, she got it all on the mat in front of my desk – bless her! Easy clean-up. And she was SO happy and friendly and affectionate and excited to be let out of my office. I suspect she was partly trying to distract me to keep me from getting angry – not that I would have – and partly she was just relieved, happy, and excited to be out of my office and away from that awful mess.
I left my office windows open the rest of the morning, to air it out. It was some of Minnie’s best work, there.