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Oates has had a few summer sleep-overs lately, a must for any young doggie I'd say. Colby the yellow lab, and our neighbor Belle the toy poodle have come over to stay recently.
It could not have been more night and day between the two...
Weekend one: Colby the Lab. He's just about Oates' age, and despite the massive (nearly 100 pound) difference in size, these two got a long like ice cream and cake! They'd play chase and keep each other company in the backyard, and Colby was totally ok with it when Oates continually lunged for his neck. It was doggie brethren bliss... like brothers from another mother.
If given the chance, I could see these two getting into some serious doggie mischief together.
Weekend Two: Belle, the Toy Poodle. Oates already knows Belle from living across the street. She's small and cute, and doesn't really like to play like Oates likes to play... She doesn't go for neck biting and wrestling. She prefers perching on the couch next to a human and generally being dainty.
As I type this, Oates is laying next to me gnawing the crap out of his paws for fun... this is the type of crude behavior that Belle does not participate in.
When Oates would try to play, Belle would take cover behind me on the couch. When Oates would try to lay down next to her, she's yap at him until he got farther away. We eventually found a happy medium between the two, but Oates is definitely no prince to the princess.
All in all, there were good times, and there were bad times... but the doggie comradery was there. An important part of any dog's life - visiting other dogs.
It has made me think though, how much of a handful is my little Oates to dog-sit? The mere fact that he enjoys running away would be enough to deter any potential dog-sitter I'd say. Runner or not, I love the little guy.
You think that after having a dog for 6 months (and today is actually the 6 month anniversary of getting my cute little hellion), that you'd learn that certain things have to be picked up and away from a puggle's grasp...
I'm learning this the hard way. From memory, Oates has destroyed:
DVD remote control
1 pair of old navy flip flops
Corner of a couch pillow
A puppy crate
One of David's hats
A Makeup Brush
A Hair brush
Banana Boat tanning lotion bottle
No less than 6 sets of window blinds
My cell phone
For the most part... these things are replaceable, and/or not of much value (except the hat - i know David misses it), but recently, Oates has taken his seek and destroy scheme to far!
Maybe you've been to my website before, and if so, you're aware that in my spare time, I sculpt miniature figurines. I keep these precious and fragile cuties in a small wooden latch box. It's not unusual for someone to ask to see them, so the box is typically in various 'out of the way' places that would seem safe from a little puggle.
Wrong.
Kitchen counter? Probably safe.
Fireplace mantle? Probably safe.
In spare bedroom behind a closed door? Definitely safe.
In the middle of my bar height kitchen table? Probably safe you might think...but no...NOT SAFE!
Oates was under David's watch when it happened. He'd left the house for only a few moments when he heard a CRASH! He ran inside and saw my little wooden latch box toppled to the ground, surrounded by the carnage of many dismembered itsybitsycutes! Shock, horror, anger... Oates new he was in trouble. David, the eyewitness, says that after getting severely scolded and warned that mommy would be very upset, Oates went willingly into his kennel and laid down. (the new kennel we're borrowing b/c he ate through the old one.)
Five Itsybitsycutes must now be remade and re-listed on my etsy store.
How did he jump atop my bar height table? We don't know.
Why did he go straight for my box of itsybitsys? We don't know.
Will he destroy something again? I'm sure at some point i will let my guard down and he will strike again.
Has your pet destroyed anything precious of yours?
