A Bad Night

The end of our first full week back at work arrived. Larry was fine in the kitchen as he was for the rest of the week. Got him outside and walked him in the tall snow (probably 11 inches or so). He loved it! He also had no problems with being picky about where to poo. We stayed out until Heather came over but before we went in, we showed her how much he likes to bound about in the snow and do a little tunneling.

We came upstairs, cleaned off the snowballs from his legs and chest and went in the apartment. I served him dinner, and we relaxed for a while. We needed to go to the grocery store and a quick stop at Petco. So reluctantly, Larry went into the kitchen. When we came back, he had ripped up a yellow pages, nearly knocked the mini-blinds off the back door, and I can't remember what else. So no biggie though, no real damage. I took him out for a long walk in the snow (probably the longest walk we've ever taken) and then came back in.

Heather had already eaten dinner and I was just starting mine after the walk and sure enough, he nipped her. Nobody was amused. Later I was walking around the apartment and sure enough, he nips me on the top of the foot (not just mouthing, but a real nip). I'm getting p.o.ed and concerned. I decide to go to bed. I've been letting him sleep in bed with me and he's slept with Heather and I before. Well I go into the bedroom, he decides to be in bed with me while Heather is still in the living room. That would be fine. But then as I pull the covers up, he bites me on the forearm. I direct him off the bed, and stand up. Then I went back into the bed. Sure enough, he bites me on the forearm again. I know I'm not supposed to get mad, but he's on my last nerve. So I yell at him but good. At this point Heather thinks it's a good idea to intervene. We take him out to the living room and then we try to calm things down. Then we all go to bed. And he promptly bites Heather's hand. So I've had enough and decide he's going to spend his first night in the crate.

I'm not sure how long he whined (I'm guessing 20 minutes) and he offered a few plaintive barks. But then I think he finally figured out that he was supposed to sleep (thank heaven). I heard him whining at 5:15 and I knew that was a bathroom call so I took him out and let him do his business. He didn't fool around too much in the cold, so we got back in. I didn't want to bother Heather, so I didn't put him in his crate; we stayed in the living room, where he occasionally came up and licked my face until I put him off the chair. Largely he just laid on my legs on the recliner (which is fine by me) or went to his chair.

I need a nap!