Ollie the Pug
I'm not quite sure what shenanigans Ollie the Pug gets up to when we're at work. But the evidence points to a doggy equivalent of a Roman orgy.
By the time we leave for work in the morning, Ollie will have been walked, watered and fed. He'll seem relatively placid. He will either (1) lie down on a plaid quilt on the couch, or (2) sit obediently on the window seat and solemnly regard us as we walk down the garden path.
But sometimes, when we return, the house is in disarray. Ollie will have upended his cot, the one decorated with cute Dalmatian paw prints. His water dish will have been flung on its side, his chew toys scattered askew, the venetian blinds yanked into disarray.
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Why do pets indulge in such bad craziness? It reminds me of a TV clip I once saw, provided by the owners of a wayward Lab. This dog was carefully trained not to prance about on living room couches and chairs. But its owners had a funny feeling their pet was, in their absence, breaking the all rules.
So they installed a video camera.
Just before Rover (I'll call him "Rover" to spare him public embarrassment) was left at home for the day, the dog would sit perfectly still in the middle of the living room. Nano-seconds after the door closed, he'd dash over to the window, tail wagging like a metronome. And then Rover would commence jumping on the couches and chairs like a maniac. He'd roll about, legs in the air, achieving some rarefied level of doggy nirvana.
The weirdest part is that Rover did not disrupt the arrangement of cushions on the couches and chairs.
When the front door opened upon the owners' return, Rover snapped out of his reverie, like a man roused from a three-day bender. He perched once again in the middle of the living room, unaware he'd been caught red-handed, thanks to the wonders of modern technology (not to mention the mildly disturbing paranoia of his owners).
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Credit: Where I Got It: http://www.timescolonist.com/While+humans+away+will+play/2070576/story.html
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