What a night of dramatics..
To preface. The last three weeks we have started leaving Ace will full access to the house unsupervised during the days. Fiance comes home at lunch every day, and so far there hasn't been so much as a hair out of place. Yesterday.. my fiance was late getting home for lunch...
I get home that night to find my fiance sulking in one corner, the dog sulking in his crate in the other corner, and a chewed hole in the side of our brand new leather couch.
I take the dogs side of the story first. He comes out of the crate, won't make eye contact with the couch and hides behind me from the couch like hes scared. He even throws a lifted paw in the air to show his pain... As I am questioning the main suspect on what happened here.... he forgets which paw "hurts" and holds up the wrong one. The guilt of this one. Ears flat back, he's trying to mold himself into my leg. He can't possibly get any closer. He's oozing remorse and sorrow.
I move on to the first on scene, to get his testimony. Grown man, distraught that for the first time in 15 years he had nice, new furniture. His perfect dog who does no wrong, betrayed him. Suddenly he's taken off the rosey colored glasses and discovered what he thought was god's gift to us, was actually just a dog. Who, as all dogs do, makes mistakes. In two years, Ace has never chewed anything that wasn't his. He wasn't destructive, and he solely wanted to please us. Fiance had thought we had a special, almighty, god sent creature. Fiance believed he did no wrong. Having to face the music has been hard.
Fiances mom stops by. First thing she says "That's just how it goes, isn't it?" while laughing. Wise words from a wise woman.
Later that night, after the guilty has been put on probation, and returned to his happy go lucky self, we all relax on the still-in-tact couch. The last couch standing, shall we say.
Then I hear it...
The guilty party violating the main terms of his plea deal! One stitch ripping out later, and we are all back to a frenzy. Alas! This time I caught him in the act. This time he can't lie, pretended he's abused, pretend he was unfairly blamed. I've caught him! Back into purgatory (his crate) he goes, probation revoked. Oh the heavy sighs I received. He knew he had no alibi. He knew he couldn't make up a story of what happened this time. He just sighed with guilt, but little remorse. He didn't even try to pretend this time. A criminal.. in my own home. I would have never thought...
Now my fiance and I are both shocked. How could he do this to us? How could he trick us for so long, and have us thinking he was perfect in every way? Its hard to accept he has flaws, but we will work through this.
Anyways. Obviously this is majorly dramatized, but now I have a hole-y couch, and a dog who can't be given free access to the home again. On the very weekend our home is suppose to be inspected for becoming potential adopters. My fiance is so adamant right now "No more dogs! I can't bear it!". Do I cancel, or do I bring this poor lady into the current state of chaos of our home? I still haven't decided. Lol. A large part of me would like to cancel, but I fear DVDPA will think we are major nut cases, and write us off. Lol. The other part of me knows its unfair to waste their time when its going to be several more months before we can bring another dog in. I wanted to get the approval out of the way early, but when I filled out the forms we weren't in this position. Where my fiance has internal wounds to heal from the betrayal of his best friend, lol.
To add to the dramatics of this whole story, the guilty part with his work. (Please understand the dramatics are all in humor and good fun).