Ok, so I have been neglecting posting lately. It is time to talk about how bad Jake's behavior was last night. It was "Fat Tuesday" ie, Mardi gras so Marcus and I wanted to go out to dinner one last night before we get serious about dieting, etc. I was rushing home from work to meet Marcus at one of our favorite cheap Mexican food restuarants. As I get home (and I must first preface this with, whenever anyone even gets near our front door or puts a key in a the lock to unlock it, Jake goes wild barking, howling, jumping, etc because he is excited for someone to come home) Anyhow, as I enter the apartment, there is no barking, no howling, no movement, NOTHING - which, ofc ourse, can only mean one thing..."badness". The second I walk in the door, all I see if trash everywhere!!!! EVERYWHERE!!!! Yes folks that's right - he toppled over the kitchen trash can and proceeded to dump it all out and carry it across the entire apartment. Kleenexes, dirty tampons, you name it, he ate it. I was soooo angry and then to have to clean it all up - you can only imagine. Then the poor little dude was vomitting all night from eating bad things.

As my mom said, if you leave trash out etc he is of course going to get into it but still, he is not like a total puppy anymore, he is almost two for heaven's sake. BAsically, it means that I had to go and suck it up and buy a trash can for the kitchen that is stainless steel and impossible for him to get into while we are at work during the day. And, might I add, it cost $40! Good Lord! Ahhh the joys of having a pet!