I should have known better than to keep a dog in my house when I live alone and there’s no one to watch over him during the whole day.  He has a doggy door where he can run out into the yard if he wants, but that’s not the same as someone walking him down the block or playing with him.  He’s even trained, but when he misbehaves he thinks it’s just a game and it’s funny or as funny as a dog thinks something can be.  I came home from work the other night and found my Microfell test strips torn up and spread all over the floor.  I need those to test myself for diabetes every day.  I had worked overtime and had left food out for my dog, but still, he’d gone through everything.  He’d gnawed on a bedroom door and left teeth marks in it.  He’d torn up my slippers and an old newspaper I’d left on the floor near the back door.  I walked into a puddle of urine when I stepped into my office.  And then upstairs I found scratch marks all over the walls.  To think he had done all this in one day.  Then again, he had the whole day and the whole house to himself.  I shouldn’t have been too shocked.  This is what dogs do after all.