Waffle was a NIGHTMARE yesterday. I just... I don't even know where it came from! I know the honeymoon period with him acting like an angel had to end sometime, but DAMN. He was so irritating allll daaay. It would have been better if my sinuses weren't trying to smother me. I basically slept until 3 PM because my head was fuzzy and full of snot. So, Waffle slept with me... mostly. I woke up to a weird gnawing sound and find out he's chewing on my dresser--with two perfectly good chew toys right next to him. I shove one in his mouth and go back to sleep. I took him outside around 9, then again when I woke up at 3ish. I let him out and he found a dead baby bird and started rolling in it. Then he tried to eat it. I figured he didn't have to pee because we were out for a while and so I take him inside. I'm getting ready for class and I go upstairs and he pooped on the carpet. T_T" I put him in his crate, go to class, and come back where he's sitting happily on my bed (THANK GOD.) So I take him out and he doesn't pee. We're outside for a LONG time and he's trying to swallow everything in sight. I'm so glad I taught him "Leave it" because I must have used it 100 times yesterday. We come in to fix his food, and he pees in the foyer. Sigh. I take him out again and he doesn't pee. He eats. He starts harassing the cats-- Torry smacks him and Tober doesn't, so he thinks Tober likes him and starts chasing her. This goes on for a while with me trying in vain to stop it. I let him out again to pee, and he runs straight to the dead bird and starts rolling again. I go to pick it up when Dad comes home and asks me what I'm doing. He opens the gate to get a flashlight to help me out, when Waffle trots through the gate and I'm following him slowly. He poops in the neighbors yard, I pick it up, and then he continues on his leashless stroll with me calling to him and trying to get him to come by promising him cookies and love. We did a circle around our block and he ended up back in our yard-- I closed the fence. I played with him some more and he poops again... but no pee? I wait around where I usually do and tell him to go potty and hurry but he doesn't do anything. We go inside, get ready for bed, and then he pees in my Mom's room! AGH. I smack him lightly and say NO, BAD DOG very sternly and escort him outside to finish his business. Which he doesn't. We go back in, and he goes back into Mom's room to finish peeing. WHAT THE F@#$. >:| I took him out AGAIN, no pee. He could tell I was mad at him, I'm sure of it. I had to close my room door to keep him from running. I put him in his crate for bed for the first time since I've had him. He whined a bit but I was resilient and didn't let him out. This morning, things were back to normal. He peed outside with no problem, ate his food, didn't find weird stuff to eat in the yard... I don't know what got into him but I hope it stays away! Because he was good, when I went back to sleep from 8-10, I let him on the bed with me. We're going to the beach later to get some of that pent-up energy out of him. I know the chewing and eating is probably because he slept all day with me and was wired. The peeing was inexcusable though. He knows better.