The house is hanging on by a thread. Tim’s “bed rest” after surgery? Yeah, it’s turned into the House Destruction Olympics.
Day 8. Hour 1. And the chaos has already begun.
My brand new shoebox? A prime target. Tim’s been running laps with the box in his mouth like he just won a trophy. And the tissue paper? Shredded like it owed him rent.
Next victim: the baby toys.
Ellie’s soft teething rings—yep, now part of Tim’s chew collection. She’s officially been promoted to “shared custody” of her own stuff. Every time I look away, he’s got another toy in his mouth and that “What? Can you blame me?”
I go to correct him, and he stares at me like:
“Can you blame me? I’m bored. I’m stuck in a cone. I haven’t chased a bird or played fetch in a week.”
Honestly, mood.
By the end of the first hour, Tim has made his rounds through every room, nose in business he shouldn’t be in. My black flip-flops? His latest conquest. I found one in the kitchen and the other halfway under the couch. How?
Tim’s personal art project: tissue paper. Bed rest? Not happening.
Bed Rest and Tim: One Week, Zero Chill, Total Destruction
Tim’s been on bed rest this week after getting neutered, and it’s been… an adventure. For a dog who’s supposed to be resting, he sure has a lot of chaos left in him.
💥 Day by Day Destruction
It started small. A few rips in the comforter—no big deal, right? Then my husband’s favorite pillows nearly met their end. I turned the corner and there was Tim, frozen mid-bite, pillow in his mouth like a prize he wasn’t supposed to have.
“Tim, drop it!” I yelled, as he gave me that wide-eyed, totally-not-sorry look. I saved the fluff. Barely.
🛋️ The Couch Didn’t Stand a Chance
By day seven, I was washing the couch covers, foolishly leaving the cushions unguarded. Tim found them. Of course he did. And when I walked in? Shredded stuffing and a guilty face that said, “Oops, but not really.”
So I tried to be clever.
👶 Baby Playpen vs. Bird Dog Brain
I tossed the cushions into my daughter’s playpen. Seemed safe enough. Barriers, right?
Wrong.
Within minutes, Tim, who is wearing his oversized cone of shame, leaped into the playpen, determined to finish the job. He didn’t care that he was surrounded by stuffed animals and rattles. He had one goal: destroy the cushions. Again.
And then… he got stuck.
There he was: cone sideways, legs tangled in baby toys, looking up like, “Help. But also, I’d do it again.”
😩 Feelings? Exhausted.
Honestly? I was torn between laughing and crying. It’s like having a toddler with four legs, claws, and a personal vendetta against household objects.
🐾 Tim Tips: Surviving Bed Rest with a Wild Puppy
If you’re navigating puppy recovery (or puppy madness in general), here are a few things I’ve learned:
Double barricade EVERYTHING. Playpens, baby gates, furniture—they will find a way.
Rotate chew toys to keep them engaged. Bored dogs = destructive dogs.
Create a cozy rest zone with blankets, calming music, or enrichment toys to encourage downtime.
Patience and humor go a long way. Sometimes you just have to laugh before you cry.
📸 Visuals to Come!
You’ll want to see the cone chaos, so stay tuned for pictures of Tim’s Great Playpen Escape (including the fluff aftermath).
Tim, post-neuter and full of regret, after jumping into the playpen to attack the couch cushions.
Pointer and Pacifer 