At the least time expected I came down with a dramatic case of "the work". You know the symptoms, pretend-coughing, lack of initiative, that bland Mon-Fri look in the face. I unknowingly answered a ringing phone (what else do you do with one) before checking the Caller-ID. I knew my mistake before even finishing "hello". There was some emergengy, so-and-so wouldnt be able to come in in time and things needed to be done! Somehow, unfortunately my name was at the top of a memo entitled "Suckers".

So with about 45 minutes to kill before leaving my house on a day that I was supposed to be caring for my pooch, I took him in to eat lunch (he barely ate any!!) and played a bit before strolling out. He was hyper as usuall when I left and I had visions of him breaking loose and getting into all sorts of trouble. Mabye experimenting with the trashcan, taunting the riff-raff(cats) outside. At the very least a little kennel pee and mabye the hint of poo on his breath as evidence of the party he had while dad wasnt home.

Well about 8 hours (+/- 10min) later I returned, there really was no way around it, normally I could come home for lunch and let the little guy out, but not this particular instance. I came inside and he was just laying there against the corner of his kennel, he looked really depressed and perked up only slightly when he caught a glimpse of me. I quickly took care of anything I needed to, and head over to his kennel expecting something to be wrong, and there just wasnt. There was no wet spot, there was no foul odor, nothing was torn, he did at some point exhaust his Kong-ball's Food Supply, but generally everything was fine and he was chilled out.

So I opened the door of what at the time appeared to be Pandoras Box!! He flew out as if punted by the head kicker of the 1990's 49'ers. Frap Frap Frap Frap Fraaaappp......... and ended his 5 minute craze colliding into the clean waterbowl and commencing to drink for only a moment followed by more...Frap...Frap Frap Fraaaap.. I had to duck out of the way of a few in fear of the impending blunt-trauma. He finally settled down by the door to say "lets go out". The beetles, ants, and other crawlies on the ground could be seen collecting 2 of every animal in wake of the enormous 2 minute pee he took. We had a hard play session and he was very excited to play, not just to play, but to be near me, often dropping his toys to sit at my side and just loop up panting.

I rewarded him alot today, dispite his willpower to not eat his kibble, he deserved it. We also opened his kennel up a little more (it's expandable), and he has about enough room to perform some little mini-fraps if he so desires. I dont think he'll soil it, he's a good dog. (With a vet appointment in the morning, but dont tell him that.) Luckily I have been testing his kenneling for increasing time periods and he was doing fine at 4 hours, but he was really amazing today. I wont ever do that to him again.