It has been said that idleness is the parent of mischief, which is very true; but mischief itself is merely an attempt to escape from the dreary vacuum of idleness.
– George Borrow
A waste basket at home; contents strewn joyfully across the office. Not one but three bags of fertilizer/mulch dragged out from under my garden work-area and clawed, gnawed and partially strewn across the back patio.
We left for church this morning, everything apparently intact. Looking through a window two minutes after getting home. I am mystified that my just-swept pation looked so dirty. I had gotten more fertilizer yesterday to build the dog-proof container garden. But I did not dog-proof the fertilizer. I heard a “What did you DO, Comet!!!” Following the Missus into the back room Comet knew exactly what he was going to get called on — and Comet went slinking toward the back door to outside when i called him on the mess outside. Comet, as a dog I have been praising as a quicker- learner, is still a kid full of mischief when left alone. I am finding that Dexter has not been praised enough as a best behaved dog these last six years.
Sometimes better fences make better inmates. I may start shopping again for an outside kennel. While we humans have learned not to leave the loaves of bread out where Comet can get them, I really don’t want to deal with his compulsions when we are gone during the day. If we continue to hope for the best — who is the greater fool?