I have a dog. His name is Hershey. Here is a picture of Hershey.
He is one bad-ass motherfucker.
So anyway, due to certain stains and smells which now reside in the living room of our house, we decided to start locking him in the outer-basement downstairs during the nights. We figured that we'd just shut the door, he'd whine for awhile, then he'd get tired of bitching and fall asleep -- simple enough. Clearly, when he'd realized the door wasn't openning, he'd give up, right? Well, you'd think so. But like I said; Hershey is one bad-ass motherfucker.
Until the night in question, I believed that dogs had only a handful of primal instincts, with the main ones being "eat", "bite", "chase", "bark" and "hump the living bejeezus out of it".
But I guess they've got another lesser-known instinct: Burrow. Yes, that's right -- Apparently this activity, formerly reserved only for shrews and badgers, is now enjoyed by dogs. This is evidenced by the following picture:
Yep. That's right, partner. He dug right through the effing drywall. From one room to another. His paws were actually bleeding the next day when we found him.
So needless to say, due to my parents' priding themselves in walls sporting minimum cavity content, Hershey now delights himself in having the run of the whole downstairs of my house.