{"id":3706,"date":"2011-05-29T17:14:35","date_gmt":"2011-05-29T21:14:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.baileybegood.com\/home\/?p=3706"},"modified":"2011-05-29T17:17:33","modified_gmt":"2011-05-29T21:17:33","slug":"strangers-in-my-house-again","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.baileybegood.com\/home\/2011\/05\/29\/strangers-in-my-house-again\/","title":{"rendered":"Strangers in My House, AGAIN! (& Video)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Yesterday turned out to be a really stressful day for me. It got so bad, that when I was left alone for a while inside my crate, I tore apart my pillowcase. Yep… it was pretty bad.
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\nAfter my family returned home, they let me out of my house as usual, put my collar back on, and let me outside. Same routine as always. No one ever noticed that there was anything different. I can’t keep a secret though, so when I got back inside, I went into my house and brought out a piece of the zipper that I had broke. I started playing with it right there in front of them. <\/p>\n

As soon as I lay down to play with it, MT blurts out, “What <\/em>does Bailey have?” Heh, mommy turned to look at me, noticed the white thing I had hanging out of my mouth, and jumped up immediately. I wagged my tail because I knew <\/em>this was a bad thing. Mommy then took the piece of pillowcase out <\/em>of my mouth, looked at it, and said, “Oh nooo<\/em>.” I knew she recognized what it was.<\/p>\n

She then went to my house, and noticed that the entire end of my pillowcase was ripped off and long strips of the zipper were all over. The next few minutes were kind of a blur for me. I wasn’t punished, but I do recall hearing words like, “amazing, oh well, no more pillow, and bad<\/em>.”<\/p>\n

Sigh. The dreaded bad<\/em>. Thankfully I don’t get that <\/em>too often, or I might feel sad about it. <\/p>\n

Do you remember when we had a stranger<\/a> come stay with us for a few days last month? I didn’t like that at all. It was a friend of the family, and even though she was nice<\/em>, I just couldn’t get used to her being in my <\/em>house, all<\/em> the time.<\/p>\n

Yesterday was just not <\/em>an ordinary day. In my last post, I mentioned that there was a man who came to work on our Internet, TV and phone service. Well, I knew something was up when mommy first ushered Nala and me into separate bedrooms. This happened just this past week, but it wasn’t for that long. What’s up with this week and strangers? I don’t know how much of it I can handle.<\/p>\n

After Nala and I went into separate bedrooms, I could still hear Nala barking. It made me sooo crazy to hear her needing my help. I tried to get out of MT’s room, but there was that darn door to deal with!<\/p>\n

After a few minutes, I didn’t hear Nala bark anymore… but I was still very agitated. Mommy came into the room, put a leash on me, and brought me into the kitchen. Nala <\/em>didn’t have a leash on — why didn’t she <\/em>need to wear one?<\/p>\n

\"Strangers
\nStuck on a leash, inside <\/strong>the house.<\/em><\/center><\/p>\n

On a leash, I sat next to my mommy in the kitchen. Before I knew what was happening, a strange man came into the room, and walked past us straight into our garage. It was only for an instant, but I had my guard up immediately. I barked at him like he was attacking our family. Mommy tried to calm me down, but it just wasn’t going to happen. <\/p>\n

\"Strangers
\nJust let me at him…<\/em><\/center><\/p>\n

At this time, Nala was also barking like crazy, but she wasn’t causing any trouble. The only thing she was <\/em>doing, was making me even more <\/em>agitated. So mommy put a leash on her too! Haha!<\/p>\n

\"Strangers
\nNala: “What did I<\/strong> do?”<\/em><\/center><\/p>\n

There we sat, in the kitchen… both Nala and me. <\/p>\n

\"Strangers
\nDon’t they realize that we only want to protect our family?<\/em><\/p>\n

\"Strangers
\nAs long as we didn’t see the man, Nala and I were quiet.<\/em><\/p>\n

\"Strangers
\nNala was even able to take a nap. I couldn’t do anything but stay on guard.<\/em><\/center><\/p>\n

Then the man came back into the living room to finish his work. I went crazzzy! Watch the video below the photos. <\/em><\/p>\n

\"Strangers
\nStay away from my family, strange man!<\/em><\/p>\n

\"Strangers
\nIf they just let me off of this leash…<\/em><\/center><\/p>\n