I guess I should impart some wisdom that was passed down to me by my trainer. She said, when the dog tears up something in the house, here's what you do:
Locate an old newspaper, ideally one you've already read. Roll the paper tightly and grasp firmly with your dominant hand. Locate the dog and bring the dog to the scene or object of the crime. While looking at the object, hit yourself repeatedly with the paper while saying loudly, "I should have been watching the dog." Once that has sunk in, place the paper in the trash, locate car keys, drive to pet store, and purchase a quality crate to safely contain dog when you cannot watch.
Miz Minka - she was a sweet, cuddly lap-pup and didn't seem to crave adventure or rough play. She would then (and still does) when she got vewwy vewwy sweepy spin in a circle chasing her tail, but that was about as vigorous as things ever got. Until Chuy arrived. I sort of thing Chuy's arrival tripped her terrier toggle, afterburners roared to life and ZIP! -- she was tearing around the place with flames shooting out her backside and she's never slowed down since. And she wasn't destructive before. It sort of makes Chuy seem like a criminal mastermind, and Praline is his Igor.
Ann - Mauser*Girl is so clever. I'm still grinning over it, too.
I understand completely. I lost a grotesquely hideous green vinyl sleeper sofa- down to the frame and a few remnants of vinyl she couldn't detatch- to a bored Spitz one afternoon.
On the other hand, the upholsterer I took it to for renovation appreciated the fact he didn't have to spend much time at all in stripping it.
So far, the only damage the Sibbies have chewed of any consequence is a piece of fascia on the corner of the bricks near the exterior bedroom door.
Aiiieee. You have mucho patience, Phlegmmy. I fear I wouldn't have reacted nearly as well as your-fine-self. Well, check that. I KNOW I wouldn't have reacted as well.
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Oh dear.
I guess I should impart some wisdom that was passed down to me by my trainer. She said, when the dog tears up something in the house, here's what you do:
Locate an old newspaper, ideally one you've already read. Roll the paper tightly and grasp firmly with your dominant hand. Locate the dog and bring the dog to the scene or object of the crime. While looking at the object, hit yourself repeatedly with the paper while saying loudly, "I should have been watching the dog." Once that has sunk in, place the paper in the trash, locate car keys, drive to pet store, and purchase a quality crate to safely contain dog when you cannot watch.
Busted.
Alternate title:
Monday, Messy Monday
Alternate reaction:
'I always wanted to learn how to recover a couch'
Alternate reality:
Puppies really are the best thing ever.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOhhh!!!
oh noes.
OMG. Did Praline ever entertain herself in this fashion before Chuy's arrival? Destructo Dog ^2.
Outstanding picture and captions. :D Totally captured the moment.
I'm still laughing!!!
Oh, dear... and I love Mauser*Girl's comment :)!
Mauser*Girl - I larfed and larfed!
Jon - paw-in-the-cookie-jar
Sigboy - I wouldn't trade my pups, warts and all.
Kathy - I know!
Breda - that foam didn't stand a chance
Miz Minka - she was a sweet, cuddly lap-pup and didn't seem to crave adventure or rough play. She would then (and still does) when she got vewwy vewwy sweepy spin in a circle chasing her tail, but that was about as vigorous as things ever got. Until Chuy arrived. I sort of thing Chuy's arrival tripped her terrier toggle, afterburners roared to life and ZIP! -- she was tearing around the place with flames shooting out her backside and she's never slowed down since. And she wasn't destructive before. It sort of makes Chuy seem like a criminal mastermind, and Praline is his Igor.
Ann - Mauser*Girl is so clever. I'm still grinning over it, too.
I understand completely. I lost a grotesquely hideous green vinyl sleeper sofa- down to the frame and a few remnants of vinyl she couldn't detatch- to a bored Spitz one afternoon.
On the other hand, the upholsterer I took it to for renovation appreciated the fact he didn't have to spend much time at all in stripping it.
So far, the only damage the Sibbies have chewed of any consequence is a piece of fascia on the corner of the bricks near the exterior bedroom door.
Regards,
Rabbit.
Bad puppies!
Aiiieee. You have mucho patience, Phlegmmy. I fear I wouldn't have reacted nearly as well as your-fine-self. Well, check that. I KNOW I wouldn't have reacted as well.
Guess we know who it is the dominate dog/s in your house!
Rabbit - perhaps you could hire the little darlings out to upholsterers and they can earn their keep?
chuckr44 - mm hmm.
Buck - You don't know how I reacted. Well, you suspect, and you're probably right, but...
Mushy - Catty!
Ouch... And I'd have to agree on the kennel... sigh...
Once they start... they will do so till they are much older, and maybe never stop.
Crate.... sigh.
But, I bet they had a ball!
"Look, I got my end off more than you got yours! Ha!"
"Watch this, weasel dog! Here goes the whole corner!"
Wow! Brings back memories...;)
Dogs = entertainment. The price us poochie lovers have to pay!
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