My good friend, Gina and I, decided to make a trip to Eugene a few days back to stop by a couple of stores and grab things that we needed. She arrived at my house and I began loading Amber in her car and calling for my dogs. As always, Tara came without hesitation to get her "chewie" bone to keep her busy while we shopped. After several attempts at calling for Daisy, I figured she had roamed a bit farther than she normally does and that I would just see her when we got home.
After nearly a four hour outing we drove up to my house and still there was no sign of Daisy. Tara was alone on the wrap-around deck looking a bit confused herself as to where that nuisance of a dog had gone(I personally don't think that she really cared). I thought that maybe Daisy had been dog napped, or ran away, or was just still out roaming.
This just didn't seem normal, Daisy is always underfoot getting in the way when we are trying to accomplish things the easy way. We unloaded our goods from Costco and started to bring them in the house and I made one last call for Daisy. That is when both the smell and the realization of something NOT GOOD hit me at the same time. I saw the bathroom door closed, lights off and an awful smell seeping from under the door! I have never before smelled such a disgusting scent in my entire life! This was so NOT GOOD! Do I open the door to find an overly anxious doggie that has been worried sick for hours and doodled all over the bathroom? Do I open the door to find that my precious little lab has been so scared of the dark that she just couldn't help but let her bodily fluids go?
I opened the door and almost screamed! The bathroom was torn to shreds. The garbage was dragged out and tipped over. The towels that were once hanging on the towel rack were taken down and ripped apart. The toilet paper roll had been taken off the holder and chewed and tosses around. The door jam had been reconstructed and half chewed and spit back out. The toilet seat even had a bite marks on it! I am still not sure what her plan was with the Dora stool.
I have learned a lot about my dog Daisy. I have learned that she has SEVERE separation anxiety that causes MAJOR flatulence because from the smell of things I was certain that her bowels had loosened to relieve the stress of being in that bathroom. Luckily I didn't find any poop or urine on the floor that day, but that is what she gets for using my toilet for her water bowl and closing the door behind her.
