H has left Jake and The Fonz alone before with no troubles.
Yesterday, we went to the city to run an errand, and then we stopped off at a bar to have some drinks. We were enjoying the beer, the afternoon and each other.
On the way home we were laughing and planning our evening around the house.
I knew we were in trouble the minute we entered the garage. I could hear Fonzie barking way too loudly - he had broken out of the kitchen. Upon closer inspection, he had someone OPENED the babygate. (Maybe he does have thumbs?)
He had gotten into the trash and done a pretty good job of eating most of the grossest stuff (weeks old spaghetti) and some expired meds of mine (anti-nausea meds, which probably helped him out). There were couch and chair cushions everywhere. He had gotten onto the desk and pushed most everything onto the floor. He pooped on the rug and puked on the carpet.
I was picking up bits of plastic and asked H, "What is this?" "My nightguard!" he said. As soon as he said it, I started panicing - What about MY nightguard (FYI - H's nightguard was $30 from Walgreens, mine was MUCH more expensive, from the orthodontist). I guess Fonzie didn't care for mine. We found it under the bed.
When I entered the bedroom, the first thing I noticed was that Fonzie had peed on the bed. On H's pillow, no less. So, instead of a relaxing evening, I had to wash all of the bedding, steam clean the carpet and H had to go get another nightguard.
I am surprised that H didn't "accidentally' smother the dog in his sleep. Oy!
