Heart Like a Dog

The Good, the Bad, and the Oh My God of living with dogs!

My Dog Likes Wood

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Friday on Talking Dogs Blog, Sue was updating us on puppy Rosie.  Sue said, “She is, by far, the easiest puppy we’ve ever had.  Zero destruction.  All joy.”

Which of course made me think back to my own little punkin, also a very easy puppy.

Sampson and Me Me and my Punkin, the first time I held him, he was three weeks old.

Which isn’t to say, he wasn’t a tiny bit destructive.

Dogs are as unique and individual as people.  Delilah enjoys agility while Sampson does not. I think this holds true in other things as well.

Delilah loves shredding paper.  Paper towels, napkins, tissues.  Sampson wouldn’t touch them if they were coated with cheese.

For chewing purposes we will leave Delilah out of that equation, as she will chew just about anything.

Our little Beagle, Roxanne loved to chew plastic, while Sampson has always favored wood.
(Siriusly, what did you think this post was about anyway?  It is a DOG blog, get your dirty little mind out of the gutter!)

Case in point, he chewed the feet of my wooden coat rack.  We tried to prevent his chewing, we gave him alternative toys, we sprayed bitter apple on it, eventually what worked was removing it from his area until he fully understood what he was allowed to chew and what he wasn’t.

Once the coat rack was removed and he still had the urge to chew wood, he had to look to other items in the kitchen to satisfy his needs.

One day I came home to discover he had chewed the footrest to the breakfast bar!  The breakfast bar that Hubby had carefully built and assembled, it was the center piece of our recently completed renovations in our very large and beautiful kitchen.

My first thought was Hubby is going to kill him.  I was worried.  I had been the one hellbent on getting a puppy and while I knew Hubby loved Sampson, I wasn’t sure that a huge fight wasn’t going to take place, with battle lines drawn, me defending Sampson and Hubby calling for stricter sanctions.

I took Sampson outside for potty and came in to await the storm about to break.

How was your day?  I cheerfully asked standing in front of the breakfast bar blocking the chewed footrest from his view.

Frivolities over it was time to face the music.

Um…I have something to show you, please don’t be mad.

WHAT?

When the words eventually finished stumbling out of my mouth, imagine my surprise when Hubby laughed and said, I didn’t like that footrest anyway!

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA Who could ever stay mad at that little punkin face?

Have you ever had to go to bat for your pet?  Did it turn out the way you expected?

This is Monday Mischief.  Many thanks to our friends Alfie’s Blog, Snoopy’s Dog Blog and My Brown Newfies.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day

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My ethnicity would be 100% Irish if my mother had only been a bit more particular when choosing her mate.

Ah well, we can’t have everything in life, right?  I guess, I’ll just have to settle for 50%.

Wearing of the green, some call it, but I was brought up that Irish Catholics wear green, while Irish Protestants wear orange.  As a kid I’d wear orange, but as I grew up I stopped wearing specific colors and instead bedecked myself with hats, pins and ears.

Yes, I have Leprechaun ears.

No, you can’t see a picture.

Our traditions for the day is to have a Corned Beef dinner.  This is one of our favorite dinners.  We put the Corned Beef into a pot and into that we throw potatoes (a great staple of the Irish,) carrots and cabbage.

If I can find a recipe for Gluten-Free Soda bread, we will have that as well.

I buy enough Corned Beef to have leftovers, because Hubby makes an awesome Corned Beef Hash.  Which is as good if not better than the original dinner.

Because I waited until the last-minute, I once again did not plan a photo shoot for today’s post.  Instead I slapped my Irish hat on each of the dogs and attempted photos.

IMG_4472 Sampson is tolerant, he doesn’t care for it, but he’ll do it.

IMG_4476 Delilah not so much, I was lucky enough to snap this before she tossed it off and carried it away.

And just because I can, I’ll leave you with one of my favorite Irish Blessings, whose author is unknown.

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

Do you celebrate St. Patrick’s Day? If not, what are your cherished ethic celebrations?

Happy St. P Day, from all of us at Heart Like a Dog!!

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