A quick clean up of the mess, a call to Tyler to let him know what his dog had done and a dog-walk later I sat on the couch to relax for a bit. Crunch, snuff, rip, munch... what the??? I jumped up and ran over to find Max chewing on the wall again in the same spot. He was openly defying me! Now it was war.
Max spent the rest of my work day in the dog crate of disappointment.
Tyler has a theory that Max found a mouse in the wall and was trying to get to it.
"We should tell management that we have mice," Tyler suggested.
"Oh, yes, we will just tell them our dog chewed up a corner of the wall which tipped us off to the mouse infestation."
My counter theory was that Max was not getting enough exercise and he was bored, which leads us into this morning. Today was day one of Max and my death (to puppy boredom) march. It also was benefitting me. I have been Debbie Downer lame-wad Magoo lately about eating unhealthy and not getting any activity. I took a book and we walked and walked. Two poops, two pees (by Max)and a worn out puppy later we have successfully, and quite literally, pooped out the pup.