Hobbes the Carpet Chewer

Tonight the husband and I went to a friend's house for a light dinner (remember I am on restricted activity so I can do about 4 hours out a day, which means we were out of the house for no more than 4 hours) and someone (I think the only human in the house with a Y chromosome) shut Hobbes up in our bedroom. He panicked. He does not like to be enclosed, he was never a crate puppy although we did try. So, alone in our bedroom he:

• tore up the carpet
• ate the laundry basket
• dragged many shoes and clothing items into the middle of the room
• tried to open the door and cut himself trying so there is blood on the door handle
• pulled all the pillows and down comforter off the bed and there's blood on all of them
• pulled the towels out of the adjoining bathroom

I am not angry at all at him. He was terrified, I know this about him. I also know that he spent 4 hours thinking we had abandoned him and he couldn't get out. I hate that this happened to him. I arrived home and he wasn't at the door so I immediately ran through the house yelling his name thinking he must have died since he always greets me when I get home. I hear his muffled bark from the bedroom. My poor little angel.

Now of course (after I have spent much $ on him this summer and we are dead freaking broke) we have to do something about the carpet in the bedroom...argh.