When I first got Melvin I crated him. Actually, he was crated in a room with the door to the room shut when I was gone. This was due solely to Max having run of the house, Max being old(er) and my feeling that Max did not need or want Melvin all up in his bizzy while I was gone. Of course the end goal was that Melvin would have full roam of
his the house. Two months later, Max crossed over the rainbow and I put Melvin’s crate away. After our fair share of separation anxiety training, he was living large with access to everything but the panty.
Does Melvin have the occasional accident in the house? Yes. I don’t care. Does he abuse my bed making efforts every single day. Yep. I let it go. Does he take things out of the bathroom trash, investigate them and leave them laying on the floor. Grody boy does indeed do this. I find it somewhat endearing. The custom pillows on the couch are his literal stomping ground. I can always replace those pillows. The odd thing about all of this is that I am a total neat freak. Like I might be certifiable. I have made my bed every day since I was a Freshman in high school.
Love does conquer all.
Yesterday I came out of the shower surprised to not see Melvin in my room. Until of course, I did see him. And yes, prior to this, the bed was made.
I am SO with you! Oscar has been crate free since he was a year old, and Cooper has craxy crate anxiety so he gets free reign of the house, too. It’s not always pretty – sometimes stuff gets eaten. Just yesterday we had an ass-plosion situation all over the living room. Sh*t happens (literally). Who cares, inded?!?!? 🙂
Been there and totally feel (and smell) your pain! But their faces are so cute so we forgive them!
You can’t blame a guy for just wanting to be comfy! 🙂
Indeed I cannot!
I too am a neat freak. I’m also a bit of a control freak. So when a big and busy dog that licked and chewed everything and destroyed close to every thing and fixture in what was then my beloved, picture perfect apartment, no one thought it would last. But you could not be more right that love conquers all. I’d live anywhere with nothing but the most basic of things so long as I had my Mazzie. Good to know that I’m not the only one who thinks this way!!!! XXOO to Melvin
I see a support group forming already!!! It’s funny cause with people I love I will snip and snap for them to clean-up! When Melvin regurgitates I just say ‘it’s ok’ buddy and motor on!
I love this! I mean, who cares about if the bed is made when there is a MELVIN in it?! I’d hop right in and join him for a cuddle! 🙂
He 100% knows he can do whatever he’d like!
It looks like he messed up only the pillows getting comfy and not the blankets. That’s what I like to call compromise. 🙂
He is very skilled at this maneuver!
If that isn’t love, I don’t know what is!
The Mr. just laughed out loud when I showed him the pictures. Melvin is so cool!
I can’t believe that you have trashcans out where he can get into them, you’re brave! Ours have been hidden under the sinks since The Dude was a kitten, or trash-cat, as we used to call him. 🙂