Terror in the making

My sweet little bundle of joy is fast becoming a pain in my ass.  Don't get me wrong, I lurve this little monster, but he's starting to get on mommy's last puppy nerve.

Apparently, he doesn't like it when I leave the house, especially for long periods of time.  I try not to be gone for longer than 3 hours at a time, but it doesn't always work out that way.

Tuesday is was gone for about 4 hours and came home to this...

  

Now it may not look like much to clean up, but it was.  The stems were breaking and they're kinda sticky.  So I had pieces stuck to the carpet and little shreds of stuff everywhere.

 

I was so upset I had to order a pizza and eat half of it.

So last night I was again gone for a while(4 1/2 hours) and I knew I would be so I thought I'd outsmart the little rascal move anything he could destroy and I trapped him downstairs.  I put a baby gate at the bottom of the stairs so he couldn't get upstairs and into any mischief.

I came home to this...

 

He had knocked down the baby gate and found a roll of paper towels that I had upstairs.  Luckily that is all he destroyed.  But I did find a HUGE turd in the spare bedroom.   It was about 6 inches long and as round as two of fingers put together!  I decided to let you all imagine for yourselves instead of taking a picture.  I have some class.

So I think it's time for young Buck to be crate trained.  

Wish me luck, I'm gonna need it I think.