I drove up on my carport and before I was even out of my truck, I heard the barking. Oh shit.
I slowly put the key in the door and turned the knob, holding my breath.
I opened the door and walked in... and.... Kill. Me. Now.
There was a magazine turned confetti that was scattered throughout my living room and dining room area. Great.
Ok, nothing a broom can't handle.
Then... I see what creates an anger in me that I haven't felt in quite some time. The birdcage is pushed into the corner of the room.. Steve is the only one big enough to push that huge cage. So of course I tell him how he needs to leave the birds alone. I didn't lose my temper. I just let the boys go outside while I start to clean up the mess. But I missed something... I go to the bird cage to move it back into place and I see that the door is caved and the latches are bent. "ARE YOU KIDDING?!" is what I screamed. After close inspection and an attempt to bend the metal cage back into an acceptable shape, I have discovered that the cage cannot be salvaged. Thanks alot, Steve. Ass.
My blood is boiling at this point and I pushed the cage into the bathroom and closed the door so the dogs cannot get in. I then went to the back door to let my boys in the house. Steve refuses to come in. He knows he's in trouble. After several attempts, I get him in the house and pull him to the bathroom so he can see the birds while I explain what he did wrong. I get right in his face and VERY sternly tell him that the birds are off limits, they are not a snack, they have been here longer that you and so on. Steve was listening with wide eyes but probably didn't have a clue what I was talking about. I hope I got through to him but I realize this was my fault for leaving the cage out where the dogs could see those cute little birds flittering around in the cage, looking so delicious. :)
I tried getting a pic of Steve amongst the mess, but he was running around like a goob.
He seemed so proud of his mess. Or maybe he was just trying to be cute because Mommy hadn't noticed the birdcage yet.
This was the last pic I took and after I saw the birdcage, I was too mad to find humor in taking pics.
Don't worry, peeps. Steve is still alive and I still love him very much. He's just grounded since Mommy has to shop for a new cage which will run about $250.