When Bo goes to the kennel we usually expect him to react to the different diet. He spent all of 32 hours at there this time. I picked him up about 4 pm and kept putting him out a lot . I was also waiting for the toxic gas cloud he emits after after sampling their "port de fare". I was a bit concerned when I didn't have the ocular proof of a return to normal G.I. flora. About 5 am I hear him scratching in his cage furiously . After a few seconds I realize he is trying to arrange his blanket and Birdie away from the oncoming discharge. I jump out of bed and grab him and his poop stained paws and carry him outside. Well it was bad. My plan is to pick up his blanket and carry it into the bathroom and dump the pooh into the toilet and wash his blanket. It didn't go as planned ! I don't want to go into the details , but let me say my action resulted in the removal of two bathroom cabinet doors, and the disposal of a bathroom rug. Being familiar with G.I. disasters I really couldn't get too mad at the little fella.
Today, though, I am mad at Bo. I left him alone for one minute and I find him with his nose in my coffee mug just sloshing down my second cup of coffee. He drank half the cup. That really made me mad. After a year and a half I still can't trust him!