Never say a dog is an easy dog...

[bunn]

I 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

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[demon-rum.livejournal.com]

I have been a dogsitter all of one night in my life. Dog was INSANE. Finally things became a little more calm and I actually didn't think about him for nearly half an hour. Then my mind did the whole "hey, why is the dog so quiet" train of thought, went to investigate...

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*