As it turns out, Thelma is indeed an escape artist. I know this, because I personally locked her in her crate yesterday before I left for an hour and a half, and I came home to find broken glass in the kitchen, open cereal boxes spilled down the hall and several shredded plastic bags and chewed up pizza boxes spread around. She'd also dumped a bowl of soggy cereal on the family room carpet, chewed up Noah's water bottle, and dragged my bathrobe and a few stray shoes into the middle of it all.
Oh, and there was another little surprise 'package' on my living room rug proving without a doubt that she actually DID ingest some chocolate the day before, wrappers and all.
Plus, the Wii is being sent in for repair, two more rooms had to be cleaned with the Bissell, and Thelma decided to boldly show my visiting teacher yesterday just how she pees on the carpet for sport.
So, I've thought up a few new names for her. Most of them are four lettered and can't really be repeated in front of the kids. One of the names refers to the fact that she IS a female dog, so at least it's accurate...
It's been less than two weeks, and the thrill is gone, people. It's long gone.
Anyone want a dog?