Coming home should always be joyous occasion especially when you have a happy drooling dog to greet you. However, over the past weeks every time I walk up to the front door, I get this deep sinking feeling of what awaits me. Yesterday, behind the wagging tail, my affectionate drooler had left his unmistakable teeth-gnawed mark for the world to see. As always the problem becomes mine to handle because he has a fetish for my stuff. Recently, Miles has taken it upon himself to take his anxiety-ridden joyrides out on anything that has “mommy’s” smell. He has a penchant for delectable rubbery shoes, my work out t-shirts, and may I just say…woman’s underwear? So what do you do with a creature that loves you more than the world that wants to eat your world? In a Christian society it had been said many times to “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you”. Does this mean I should go and chew up his rawhide because he chewed up my favorite hiking shoes? So I guess I’ll be going to the store to purchase a massive, Clifford the big red dog, super-sized crate for my sweet little guy. It may also be time to start doing some long runs again to tire him out and help calm his overactive imagination. Some tough love will be on tap in the Schulten house. My shredded house aside, he is love in the purest form. His miracle is in his unabated affection. Like any prodigal son, we still welcome him with open arms despite his shortcomings. Like many of his canine brother hood, and I can name quite a few, this is just their way to say, “I love you”. Miles, just say you’re sorry and tomorrow will be another day.