Friday night Tim and I took Tim's parents and daughter (Stephanie) out to dinner to celebrate his Dad's 72nd birthday. While we were out we kept talking about how far we've come with Basil's separation anxiety and how we ourselves feel less stress with our routine of leaving him home alone in the house outside of a crate for up to 3 hours at a time.
We bragged and bragged about how it's been months since we've come home to a chewed-on blanket or anything of the like and how he will sleepily walk to the door as if we interrupted his deep on the couch slumber as we arrive home.
So when we got home, he did his classic little sleepy-walk-waggy-tail routine, but as we walked further into the entryway, we saw this:
Doesn't it always happen that way? The minute you try to show off in front of family and friends, you get proven wrong. Haha, we were actually pretty light hearted about this little paper shredding incident because we chalk it up to being our fault for leaving that paper out in the open. We have a whole routine of sweeping the front 3 rooms he's confined to of anything like this he might get to. We're also so confident that our new routine is working that we both know this was just a mere bump in the road and light years away from where we were with leaving him alone this time last year.
What's also funny about it is the fact these paper documents are actually the rental details for a beautiful Richmond wedding venue we scoped out but turned out to be a little higher budget-wise than we cared for — so we took it as a sign that Basil also disapproved of this particular venue.
Oh Basil, you sure know how to keep us on our toes!
For those wondering, learn more about our history with Basil's separation anxiety and how we continue to overcome it here, here and here.