My Doggy has a first name

It's S-A-T-A-N...

I am not funny today.

I woke up at 7:30 and the sun was shining throught my window. My new puppy Jackal had apparently decided to leave the bedroom last night, because all I found when I got up was his swath of destruction, but no Jackal.

I am not funny today.

I found a puddle of pee near the door to the backyard. I looked around from there and saw a pile of chewed cardboard and some miscelaneous junk I had left lying around in my haste to leave for hockey last night. I also found my trapper (goalie glove) with laces missing, corners rounded, and slobber covered.

I am so not funny today.

I began the search for Jackal. I looked under the bed, under the usual spots, no Jackal. I made my way upsatirs and found a pile of poop. No Jackal. I found chewed towels, socks underwear and toys, goalie equipment, shoes and garbage. No Jackal.

I am very unfunny today.

Then I heard a faint cry from behind the bathroom door (he must have heard me swearing), I opened it and the pathetic little shit slunk out from the bathroom that he had closed himself into. And gave me that look the "hey fugger, it's not MY fault you didn't pick up your shit!" I felt bad for the poor little bugger, he had spent all day and most of the evening cooped up all alone, so he must have had enough sleep.

So I guess it's back to confined sleep for him again. I guess this is where the master should be trained a little more cautiously.

Related note to Honey,
I have a list of a few items I would like for my birthday.