Yes, pun was intended.
It appears that our dog, Casanova, has finally started to overcome his tail-chasing problems noted a couple of weeks ago in the blog. He is now sleeping comfortably overnight without any problems AND without his pretty flower collar. He's quite happy that he doesn't have to wear that anymore. He suffers an occasional relapse when he gets excited when we come home or when he gets to do something like go for a ride, but it's quickly handled at this point.
Mrs. Lime has been doing some contracting work over the past week and a half in the area. That has left Casanova at home by himself. The other day, things turned a bit crazy. The night before, I had left a garbage bag sitting open in the corner of the kitchen. I had a couple of more things to throw away before I tied it up. In the morning, I headed off to work. When I got back, Nova greeted me at the door and then trotted off to the bedroom. I asked him where he was going, but then quickly realized he was heading in to hide. The contents of the trash bag were strewn all over the apartment. The leftover spaghetti and chicken breast that were thrown away were nowhere to be found. Needless to say, Nova received a stern discussion regarding his impromptu fling in the apartment.
The weird thing is that we've done that many times before and he's never misbehaved or touched the bag at any time. Strange stuff. Mrs. Lime said he may have been bored because she wasn't around. She'll be done with her contract in a couple of days, so he won't be alone much longer. He'll have plenty of attention at that point.