Last summer we decided to get a dog...more accurately a puppy. Are you shaking your head in disbelief already? In a moment of idealistic insanity we decided we wanted to give our kids the experience of a puppy. To let them watch her grow and have her grow up with us.We were warned by many, but we may have been a little cocky to think we could handle a puppy(might have uttered phrase "piece of cake"). Like new parents that think their kids will be perfect...we knew we would have the perfect puppy! I now know -- I was absolutely off my rocker.
It is hard to fall in love with something that empties its bladder anywhere it wants, craps where it feels like, chews on your most valuable or favorite possessions, jumps on
everyone that comes into range, runs away to find new friends if she escapes the yard, tries to eat your cat like a chew toy. It has been a tough road with our little Tessa.
The potty training is finally handled but only because we taught her to ring a bell to go outside. How cute you say??? She rings that bell ALL THE DAMN TIME! She rings the bell even if the other door 15 feet away is already open. She rings the bell if another animal is sitting on the deck wanting to come in. Bunny munching grass in the yard...rings the bell. Dog barking outside...ding-a-ling. She is the keeper of the door.
Our current problem with her is the massive destruction she leaves in her path. She is a puppy, we know. No matter how much she drives us nuts-- she is our dog and will stay here. I just need to vent a little about her...it might save me cursing at her later tonight when she rings the bell for the 13th time in 2 hours.
So, back to the reason I am writing this. Recently I was standing at my deck window and saw several shoes in the yard along with something black that upon closer inspection was this...
My sunglasses...the ones I really liked to wear. I am not a sparkly girl but for some reason I liked these girlie glasses. Clearly the coffee table is not a safe place to keep anything.
On my way to inspect the object I twisted my ankle in one of these...
Here are four of the holes in our yard, it was hard to pick a hole since I have
DOZENS to choose from.
The other thing she likes...
But apparently they taste awful!
She also seems to have limited memory because 2 days later the remaining flower was nowhere to be seen.
More of her work...
Yup, our deck with a newly modified hole. I guess it will work as a place to toss your bottle caps? Gotta try to stay positive here.
Grow up soon little girl because I am starting to think an old dog is the way to go!
Tessa our year old 1/2 English Pointer 1/2 Satan puppyYou wanna know the real kicker... My neighbors will think I am crazy before to long. I had a dog trainer tell me not to scold the dog but to scold the object. Maybe it is a load of hooey. Please tell me if it is. Because lately I have been in my yard yelling at shoes, holes, flowers and now sunglasses. My neighbors are going to think I have lost it, heck maybe I have!
She must know I am talking about her--as I write this she is laying quietly in her crate. She is not even chewing on anything of mine...yet.
To bad my future dog sitter reads this blog...she might be conveniently busy if we go on vacation.