Never say a dog is an easy dog...
Mar. 13th, 2012 08:52 amI think they read it and resolve to cause trouble. This morning Brythen managed to pull down one of the walls on his crate, got out, shut Az in the study and Tommy in the shower room and then left a sizable steaming deposit on the landing...
Then he stole a bottle of carpet shampoo. Fortunately I managed to rescue it before he made a hole in it. And this evening, he stole a rather fancy paper bag with ribbon handles that I had saved from Christmas, and tore it delightedly to shreds!
Dogs! Why do I have them! :-D
Then he stole a bottle of carpet shampoo. Fortunately I managed to rescue it before he made a hole in it. And this evening, he stole a rather fancy paper bag with ribbon handles that I had saved from Christmas, and tore it delightedly to shreds!
Dogs! Why do I have them! :-D
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Date: 2012-03-13 09:49 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-03-13 06:52 pm (UTC)Though Suma Bungle is determined to play with Brythen and keeps tearing round the house trying to get him to chase. Poor Bryth is confused that I won't let him. I *think* they both have good intentions, but the size difference is just a bit too much to be comfortable with!
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Date: 2012-03-13 11:24 am (UTC)Dogs, you gotta luv'em!
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Date: 2012-03-13 06:54 pm (UTC)I should probably congratulate myself that as a lurcher, he's not got *that* much stamina: young collies would be far worse! :-D
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Date: 2012-03-13 07:02 pm (UTC)But shutting the other dogs in? That's just weird!
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Date: 2012-03-13 04:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-13 08:01 pm (UTC)Though (as, I fear is painfully obvious), I am not easily bored by dogs!
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Date: 2012-03-14 06:35 am (UTC)Dog lying in the living room, content and happy. Munching away on the handknit socks I was making for my grandma. The finished sock was shredded, the other (still on the needles!) was unravelling and soggy and chewed upon, and yarn wound all around the coffee table legs. Bits of expensive bamboo needle everywhere. Dog looked so pleased with himself. Wanted to know why I was not similarly pleased.
Love 'em to bits, but HHHHRRRM. *shakes fist, which dog ignores*