Last weekend, Eric and I went to Allegany State Park with my family and decided to leave Marley with Eric's parents from Friday to Sunday. We made the decision to leave her at home, because we were nervous that she'd "break free" in unfamiliar territory. Unfortunately, she did not like being left at home without us, and she took it upon herself to make her feelings known.
She terrorized my in laws and made for a very uncomfortable pick up visit on Sunday morning.
Because of this short getaway, Marley has apparently regressed in all of the training progress we had made prior to our trip. She has been a brat - for lack of a better word - for the past week. She has gotten paperwork off of the kitchen counter and ripped it to shreds. She took an entire box of tissues from the bathroom and left a beautiful blanket of white shreddies strewn from one room to another.
This morning, I could not find her when I got out of the shower. So I searched the downstairs, then the upstairs, but it wasn't until I heard the faintest ring from her collar that I realized she had squeezed her 60-pound self under the bed. She somehow got the connector cord for my digital camera off the top book shelf and left it in tiny little pieces for me to vacuum after work.
There are days like today that I just shake my head and wonder what the heck I have gotten myself into. I love Marley with all my heart, but she is certainly living up to her name, and John Grogan's nickname of World's Worst Dog!
