Posted this on my squads forum, but wanted to share it with other husbands here in AH.
Soooo...this morning my wife and i had a bit if a dissagreement over whether or not our 7mo old pup should spend the day out of his pen. His name is Deacon (ie like a church deacon, hes black and white and looks like a priest in his robes) but i call him "Crackhead". In a little farther down you will realize why.
Hes a Boston terrier that we have had from the time he was able to be separated from his mom. Hes 100% potty trained (actually my wife trained him to ring a bell when he needs to go out.......how she did it i dont know, but i think she needs to train the kids the same way.........ring ring ring clean up your room.... LOL)
Back to the story, so my wife and i have this disagreement, She wants him to stay out of his pen, as i will be working from home all day, and can check on him now and them. My side of the arguement is that i cant watch him, and that ill be in my office all day and not leaving it much.......hence i cant keep an eye on him. Well like every good husband, i decided not to fight the battle, and left him out.
So about 30 mins after my lovely bride leaves for work, im in my office, which is not to far from the kitchen, and i start to hear a rustling sound.... Im not sure what it was.....but sure that it was the little "crackhead" getting into something, i get up from my desk and walk into the kitchen.
Below is what i walked into.................
Ok, not to bad, looks like he was messing with the paper towels, but wasnt that a full 8pk? i know the wife just bought them last night.......
Wandering out into the LR I come upon this
(yes thats a toilet paper holder from the bathroom)
All over moms new couch (couch is 1month old) Undamaged thank god. Where the heck did the shirt and blankets come from? I still have no idea, but i know that as of this morning, they were up on my sons bed on the 2nd floor.
Look in the backround, see the little chit? Where he should have been from the get go.....notice his eyes glowing like hes posessed.....Its Satans terrier....Hes no Deacon....Hes Damian from The Omen......Im sure the second i walked out of the room, everything started floating around the room in a creepy green mist....
Needless to say, I took these photos and proudly walked out to my office, sat down on my victory throne and immediatly sent them to my wife at work
with an explanation of why i thought he should have stayed in his pen.
She called me 5 minutes later laughing uncontrollably and let me know that she shared the photos with a couple of her co workers.( which would explain all the laughing i heard in the backround).
The feeling of victory left me right about the time she asked me if i picked up the mess. Upon hearing that question, I pulled the phone away from my ears and stared at it, with a wtf look on my face.
"Not yet dear, but ill get to it in a bit"
Victory....well ....no....maybe we'll call it a draw......but for husbands everywhere, for once I WAS RIGHT
