Crate Time, Skinned Walls, and Much More

Hey, guys! I know I haven't posted in a long time but my life has been pretty crazy lately. Since my last update, I've been to Ireland and trying to make up all the school work that I missed was (and still is) absolutely insane. So yeah... enough about me. Here's some interesting stuff that's happened with my pup:

One night, I woke up to the sound of...crunching? Scraping? Somewhat of a mixture between the two. Now, anyone that knows Beast knows that he DESTROYS all of his (and my roommate's pup's) toys. But this was no ordinary chewing sound. This was chewing on something completely solid. Something expensive. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and looked all over the bed for Beast. I didn't see him so I grabbed my phone to check the time and to have some light in the room. It was like 4 AM and I heard the crunching sound once more. I flashed my phone over to the spot from which the dreaded sound came.  The first thought that crossed my mind was "I am going to kill him."

My dog had scraped the paint and some of the drywall off of the wall right beside an outlet WITH. HIS. TEETH. I am not kidding, y'all. This dog had spent probably an hour on this hole. And, in my slumber, I didn't even know he was doing it. BUT! That's not even the worst part. Flashing my phone light around to the other wall, I found AN EVEN BIGGER HOLE in the wall under my window. Livid is not even a strong enough emotion to describe what I was. I think I blacked out for a second and when I came to, I was crying. No, not crying. I was absolutely bawling my eyes out at how much this was going to cost and how I could have neglected Beast to make him do this. Maybe he was just bored while I was sleeping or maybe he just knew that I needed to learn how to be a handywoman and fix the wall(s). Either way, I spanked him. Then, later on, I apologized because I felt bad. I kept feeling like the reason he did that HAD to be my fault. I pulled him back into bed with me and decided that I would worry about the naked walls in the morning. My worst mistake was going back to sleep. When I woke up again, Beast was right back at the wall, scraping. This was like 8 in morning. I immediately got up, spanked him again, then took him to his crate. 

There he has slept for the past two weeks. I hate not having my sleeping buddy in the bed with me at night anymore but I can't have him chewing the walls while I'm dead to the world. It's been a really hard decision for me but it's worked out all right. He doesn't seem to mind going to bed at night. He doesn't run from me when it's time to go night-night. He knows that's where he's supposed to go. I still let him in my bed during the day when I can watch him, too. He doesn't destroy walls when Mommy's watching. 

On a lighter note, he's gotten HUGE. Well, huge to me. He's not the skinny little mutt that he was when I first adopted him. Now, he's in that teenage stage where he still derps around and runs into things occasionally but he hardly ever pees inside anymore. He will lick my hand or my face then run to the door and whimper when he needs to go out. Granted, there are still some accidents that happen when he gets too excited inside. And sometimes he just seems like he can't hold it any longer when I can't take him out immediately. But, for the most part, he has done really well. 

One new thing that he is currently doing is sleeping on the back of the couch while I do homework. He also runs around on the back of the couch when he's playing with Harper (my roommate's pup). He seems so agile and regal up there...until he gets down and walks into a door. 

Furthermore, I have come to find out that my dog and I are exactly alike in some aspects. We can be loud and obnoxious and all over the place when we're around friends. We also shy away from creepy people on walks. We don't mind nice people, though. We'll even stop and chat with some folks. We both get excited when we see babies. We both are very awkward and defensive in crowds. We both derp around and run into doors. We both like the same shows on TV. We both like the same foods. (Yes, I know the last two things were kind of a stretch.) We both greet each other with kisses at the door. And finally, we both love each other without exception. I truly believe that the "mistake" of getting the wrong dog was the best mistake of my life. I know that he's the perfect dog for me.