We decided to let Darby have a day out of the cage to see if he learned his lesson. When I got home from work, all I had to do was look out in the back yard to figure out what Darby had destroyed. In immediate view was a red towel and a white T-shirt. After walking out in the yard, I further discovered that Darby had gotten up on a table in the bedroom and taken some homeopathic foot pads that Mike’s mother had gotten me when I first hurt my back.
I was so pissed that I paged Mike to put Darby up for adoption and that house privileges would be taken away permanently.