That Dang Pupsie! It's her full name now. Every day is a new adventure. We might as well have named her Box Of Chocolates. The only certain thing we know we are going to get is TROUBLE.
I saw the problem right away as I left for town, but didn't get the photos until I got back home. Please excuse the hoarderish porch. Farmer H cannot be controlled. I'm surprised he doesn't build an extension onto the wraparound porch, so he can store even more junk there. Anyhoo...
There's Pupsie herself, waiting to greet me. She wags her tail and seems elated. I'm sure it's the anticipation of a treat. She scurries away when I climb the steps. You may not see the problem right away. As I started taking pictures, Pupsie distanced herself a bit.
Maybe she thought I couldn't see her on the other side of the porch support. There's Farmer H's griddle that needs seasoning, and the non-working generator. Not sure why we have to keep it. That thing needs a rebuilt carburetor, which Farmer H started doing, twice, and never finished.
Here's the problem. Pupsie chewed up Farmer H's Scottie dog! I've never liked his little resin/ceramic statues, but they don't deserve this treatment! I suppose the Irish Setter is next. It sits beside the steps rail. There used to be a basset hound on the front porch, but Jack was blamed for that, since it was before Pupsie arrived.
Who's a good boy now?
My little Jack! Such a good boy that perhaps I've been over-treating him. I'd rather blame the self-feeder that allows him access to food all the live-long day. Jack has a good appetite, and it shows.
Meanwhile, there's Pupsie, showing absolutely no remorse.
And Scottie, screaming a silent Nancy Kerrigan "WHYYYY?"
2 comments:
Pup chewing habits are hard to break once they get started, I have no idea how you might even try. I do remember my dad dogsitting for us while we moved interstate and giving Max and old shoe to chew on and I told him off. Dad: it's just an old shoe. Me: but Max won't know the difference between an old shoe and any other shoe! from then on Max only got bones and rawhide treats to chew on.
River,
Yes, chewers gonna chew! My little Jack has been quite a chewer in his youth and middle age. After all, there's the Bison Leather Wallet with RFD blocker from Sharper Image that Jack ate 1/3 of when the FedEx guy left it lying on the porch. I'm pretty sure Jack chewed the basset hound before Pupsie got here. But the Scottie is Pupsie's handiwork!
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