When I unlocked the front door of my house and walked in, I instinctively felt that something wasn’t right. I walked through the kitchen calling, “Kachina where are you?”. I tuned into the kitchen and there she was laying on her soft bed, ears flat and her head turned away. I whispered, “What’s the matter, Kachina?” But she just shifted her head and body like she didn’t want me to look at her. Usually she starts peeing, while jumping and leaping around me as soon as I walk into the house, so I knew something was wrong. I thought, “Oh my god she ate something and is probably going to die." It was then that I looked into the living room with its beautiful fir floors that the landlord had just re-finished. There in the middle of the room was a large excavation pit of wood splinters and scratches. I spun around to let fly some rage. But Kachina was standing behind me looking as guilty as sin but as sorry as ever for what she had done. I realized that she wasn’t sick after all but was filled with guilt and shame.
I thought she had learned her lesson, but the next day I came home to yet a bigger hole. I thought, “You little #*@$, I’ll fix you”. So, the next day before I left for work, I put a rug over her favourite hole, thinking this would send her a message to stay clear. Well, when I returned from work she had obviously had a good playtime with the rug and continued digging her escape hole. At this point, I couldn’t believe she did it again. Now I thought, "I’m done playing nice.” Next morning, I went to the fridge and grabbed the hottest hot-sauce I had and dumped it into the hole. I left for work thinking, “That will fix the problem once and for all”. If it was only that easy. Walking into the house after work that day, I immediately realized I had another problem to deal with. The house reeked of dog poo, and Kachina was nowhere in sight. It was obvious that she couldn’t resist digging and ended up inhaling all the hot sauce in the hole and projecting it all throughout the house.
I felt dumb for using the hot sauce. So, I decided to give up and accept that the floor was ruined. I’m not sure if she sensed my defeat or was scarred from the hot sauce, but that was the last time she ever excavated the floor or ate hot sauce again.
Trigger: Garth comes home to his dog having dug a hole in his living room floor.
Problem: It wasn't just a one-time thing because he comes home the next day and the hole is even bigger.
Quest: How to get Kachina to stop digging holes in the floor? Garth tries many options, with mixed results.
Resolution: Garth gives up, and Kachina gives up on her digging.
Purpose: Hmm... this one is subjective. Perhaps, problems aren't solved in anger?