So its Sunday and I was going to take a shower in which I debated whether or not to removed the gate at the foot of the stairs since we are still working on Scout's structure. I get out of the shower, I hear Laurie saying, "OMG, what is that on the bed?" I replied to her from the bathroom, "Is there crap on the bed?" Then I go into the bedroom and there is all this brown debris looking like wood on the down comforter. Low and behold, Scout went on the end table and got one of the scented candles and chewed it up on the bed but was no where to be found. Then we heard steps and it was the boy himself showing no remorse.

Lesson to be learned here, he still doesn't know what his limits are upstairs. He knows them downstairs however.

Cue Monday. Today was going to be a busy day because Chloe and I had agility class (That rocked BTW as she was starting to show some speed, energy, and enthusiasm however, she was becoming a brat in class by being difficult. I think all of her worries are being carried by Scout) and I had to get take her to the Vet afterwards because of her urine result on Saturday. The lab results were negative but we got two weeks of Clavamox. We were gone for about 5 hours and I was getting worried on how Scout was doing in the crate. I was assuming was he howling and screaming to find where his pack was.

The weather didn't help matters as it was snowing when we left for the Vets after class and I arrived at the 5 minutes late. We stayed at the Vet's for about 1.5 hours and I heard a Malamute got hit by a car and was coming in 30 minutes. I don't like seeing or even hearing an animal screaming in pain but sure enough we were there long enough to see the dog. He wasn't bloody or anything from what I could see but there was around six people carrying him and then...

dropped him! And he screamed like there was no tomorrow. How can all those people drop that dog? I know sh*t happens but they need to be more careful in that situation!

I get home and see Laurie's car so she pretty much took him out. I am so exhausted traveling about (we did something like 96 miles). I get in and unwind on the computer to catch up on things. Scout keeps coming to me and I give him a little affection. Several minutes later, he is walking up to me and leaving and repeating this behavior. Now I see him in the kitchen sitting on a piece of carpet. He walks towards me and now he goes back to that carpet again. He does this another time and I decided to go to the bathroom and he left me a surprise in front of the TV. He was telling me that he needed to go out but I was so tired to even noticed and that was the result, a baby ruth (remember the movie "meatballs"?) on the floor. I took him out anyhow and praised him for doing a 1 or a 2.

This week he is going to be introduced to the bell.