The path of destruction

I have not been a good girl this week. Mommy has been VERY upset with me on several occasions. I'm not sure what's up with me, but I just keep destroying things this week.

My destructive streak began earlier this week. Mommy had gone out--to her volunteer job, to the movies, shopping, I can't remember. All I know is that she left me. (pout) Anyway, there was this folded piece of paper that fell off the top of the dryer when Mommy went out the laundry room door to get into the car. Well, I decided to demonstrate my unhappiness at being left alone by shredding this piece of paper into a hundred pieces. When Mommy got home, and opened the laundry room door to come into the house, she GASPED. I was too excited to see her to realize that I was about to be in BIG trouble. Turns out, it could have been worse. The piece of paper just had some coupons for Kohl's--Mommy's favorite store to get bargains--but she still was pretty upset at the mess.

Next came some more paper shredding. See, I have this--issue--with occasionally pooping on the carpet, so Mommy puts doggie weewee pads down in the area of her bedroom where I usually leave my goodies and has been training me (TRYING to, anyway) to go on the paper and not the carpet. I did it once--what does she want from me? Anyway, another day while she was gone, I shredded one of the weewee pads--it was everywhere. Did that the next day too. WHEW was Mommy mad.

The piece de resistance of my path of destruction, though, was Thursday afternoon while Mommy was at the homeowner's association meeting. See, I got particularly upset because the meeting was right next door, and I think she should have taken me along...but, nooooooooo.

Next to our front door, we have what is called a sidelight--a long thin pane of glass so that you can see who is at your door when the doorbell rings, etc. Mommy hung 3 beautiful ornaments on the glass that had been a gift from her best friend years ago and that had been hanging in the window of her old place in Virginia.

Well, Mommy didn't notice when she first got home from the meeting, but later, she saw me chewing on something and, when she took it away from me, she saw that it was a part of the butterfly ornament, and that it was chewed beyond repair--ruined. Around me, she found pearls and rhinestones and all of the other decorations from the butterfly's wings.

WHEW!!!! I thought she was going to EXPLODE, she was so mad and yelling so loud. When she comes after me to spank my butt, I am faster than her and crafty too, so she usually gives up and just yells. Not this time. Ohhhh noooooo. She kept chasing me and chasing me until she got me. I got a good spankin' over that. Not only was she upset about me ruining her favorite ornament, but she was scared about whether I had swallowed any of those decorations and if they might hurt my tummy.

But that wasn't the end, ohhh nooooo. All evening, Mommy ignored me. She would not give me any bites of human food when she had her food. No attention and no human food!!! ACK! Like an arrow right through my HEART!!!

This morning, she found me with the other half of the butterfly. OOPS!!! Right now, she is in her office and she has me locked in there. I can't go roaming about the house on my own as usual while she is typing and playing her games. Nope...I have to stay right here in this tiny room.

Will I learn my lesson? Only time will tell. But if she'd just stay home 24/7/365 and pet and play with me every minute of every day (when she wasn't feeding me human food), I would not destroy things. Why does she not see that? It's so simple. (sigh) Ah well. Life goes on.