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.
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!
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.
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