Friday, April 4, 2025

Pupsie Is Canine Non-Grata

Farmer H is quite displeased with Pupsie this week. He discovered that she'd chewed up the seat on his lawnmower. Which came a few weeks after discovering that she'd taken his key out of the ignition, so he has to use the Gator key in it. Good thing it works for both.


"You can duct tape it! Doesn't that work for everything?"

"It's chewed down to the metal! It has a big hole in the middle!"

"Stuff something in there, and THEN duct tape it! Maybe that'll keep her from chewing."

When Farmer H was carrying in groceries, Pupsie followed him.

"Yeah. There you are! Stop chewing up my seat, you stupid dog."

"Oh, that's going to make her easier to catch, isn't it."

"Well, she needs to know that she's a bad dog. Bad dog!"

Farmer H later said he sprayed some ether on the seat. In hopes of discouraging Pupsie from chewing on it.

"Doesn't that evaporate really fast?"

"Yeah. But I sprayed it down in the stuffing in the hole in the seat. So maybe the smell with hang around, and she won't want to eat it."

"If it doesn't kill her!"

Wednesday evening, we heard Pupsie on the front porch, thumping something around.

"She's out there chewing on my dog statue. She's got it about eat up." Farmer H went to the front door. "Stop that. Leave that dog alone. Quit eating my dog. Bad. Bad dog."

"There you go again. Like she's going to understand all that. Just tell her NO! I did that with the grocery box today, and she moved away from it."

"Huh. You want to get petted? Come on. There you go. Now leave that dog alone." Farmer H came back to his recliner. "She come up and sniffed my hand! And she let me pet the side of her mouth."

"That's what she does to me."

"She ain't never got that close to me before. Oh, and when I went out a while ago, to get my Senior Center cherry crisp out of the truck... I found the lawnmower key on the sidewalk! The keychain thing was gone, and part of the rubber coating on the key. I guess she ate them."

Maybe there's some hope to catch Pupsie. Maybe she's slowed down, being full of seat cushion and keychain and fake dog.

6 comments:

River said...

I agree, next time she is close enough to get petted, Farmer H should grab her by the scruff and put her in the carrier to go to the vet.

Hillbilly Mom said...

River,
I hope Farmer H has some gloves left from when he worked at the saw-blade-making factory. They are the kind butchers use so they don't cut their hand. Maybe they would also stop a dog's teeth, in case Pupsie tries to defend herself.

River said...

Good idea about the gloves.

Hillbilly Mom said...

River,
Yes, Pupsie is, after all, an animal, and she will feel threatened when captured.

Kathy's Klothesline said...

Puppies will chew! Of course, telling her she is bad, then petting her is sending mixed messages. Sounds like the man who forbade me to try to pet the feral kittens, then leaving food out for them. He is now worried about going on a trip and leaving them to find food on their own. I could have possibly tamed the kittens, now they are grown and relying on him for food.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Kathy,
Yes! I really want to get her some toys, but I know they will last about 30 minutes before being destroyed! The ones I see in 10Box, anyway.

I always figured that cats will eat what they need, then leave the rest for a future meal. They may not like it "stale," but it's food. Unless possums or other wildlife get to it first.