The Cardboard Box

Just another morning where I wake up to find another thing ripped to shreds. It's still a little dim in the apartment; that coupled with not having my glasses on makes it hard to discern exactly what these pieces are. There are a few here and there, and then I see what looks to be the explanation. I trip over a dog bone, hit my hip on the end of the couch, and finally make it close enough to see what is on the floor.

At this point Roni is trying his hardest to stay away from me, but I sense that he wants to see my reaction when I realize what he has done. I turn to face him and he backs away, almost runs. I turn back to the pile of rubbish.

I now see that he has completely demolished what used to be a cardboard box. Granted, there was nothing in the box at the time, but that's not to say it had potential. It was to be used to ship a text book back to a rental company. I wasn't entirely angry with Roni, but I thought, "Why, after all this time, did you choose to eat this box today?" It had been sitting in the same spot for months. There were plenty of dog bones, food, water, and even other non-dog items strewn about the apartment for him to enjoy. Nonetheless, I picked up the pieces and went about my morning, only slightly annoyed.

This is not the first time this has happened. There have been many pillows, couch cushions, socks, shoes, papers, rugs, and other belongings in the box's wake.

After picking up the pieces, I turned to my husband and said, "We should start a book called 'Sh*t My Dog Destroyed' and put pictures of everything he's ruined in it." So, I started this blog.