His real name is Sam.Sam has lived with us since he was a baby (one year ago).
He is MORE than a LOT of work.
He has chewed up more sweaters, shirts, underwear, and socks than I care to mention.
Actually, I will mention that one of my sweaters WAS cashmere.
He repeatedly gets into the garbage.
And when I mean repeatedly, I mean like 392 times a MINUTE.
He chewed up Scott's $300 cell phone (that he HAD to have) less than a week after he got it.
He chewed up Scott's eye glasses soon after he got them.
He chewed up MY new cell phone the same week.
He's chewed up toys.
And stuffed animals.
Every picture frame that is sitting around has no glass. He's broken them ALL.
He runs through our house at lightning speed, knocking over anything or anyone that is in his way.
He jumps on the counter 98 times... a second.
He put a (small) hole in our brand new Pottery Barn duvet.
He's eaten a steak right off the grill.
He's eaten an entire loaf of bread but not before shaking it to and fro first... leaving bread crumbs reaching every corner of our main level.
Most recently he chewed a hole in our DOWN comforter. I was vacuuming the air people. The. Air. Do you even know how fine down is? I will probably die before I ever get remotely close to finding the last piece of down in this house.
I will admit that he was the easiest dog EVER to potty train. He's been potty trained since he was a wee little baby. So when we walked into my in-laws house over the week of Thanksgiving (months since he was potty trained) and he lifted his leg (within seconds of arriving) on their DINING ROOM TABLE, I was more than shocked. I was horrified.
We've replaced the screen door to our french doors... THREE times.
I've kicked.
I've screamed.
I've threatened that HE MUST GO immediately.
I've hoped he would run away.
(And never come back.)
It has and always is a sore subject between my hubby and me.
Scott's response is always the same.
"No."
"We made a commitment and we're sticking to it."
"He's just a puppy."
"I love him."
(Easy for him to say... he isn't here most of the time.)
We run the dog EVERY day along side our four wheeler. We've let Sam set the speed many times... and it's ALWAYS faster than 25 mph. And only when we think someone might report us and carry us away in handcuffs, we slow down... and he pulls on the leash terribly wanting to go faster. He runs for miles. And yet, the first thing he does when he comes in the house, is check the garbage.
BUT...
He sure is cute.
Too cute.And the last few nights, he's been waking me up in the middle of the night to snuggle. And if I scratch him, he PURRS like a cat. Loud. And as I'm laughing, out loud, Scott wakes up and we both die laughing. It has become my most favorite part of the night.
I may or may not like him just a teeny little tiny bit.
And whatever you do, don't tell my husband.
12 comments:
He sure is cute! And you are one patient woman!
When we had our dog (who is now frolicking in the meadows on a small ranch north of town), he did some of the same things. Now he eats animal carcasses and stuff. (shiver....)
But, he's happy, and it looks as though Sam is happy too!
Are you sure our dog doesn't live with you I feel like all I do is say no no to the garbage and everything else he gets into. the chewing will get better after the puppy stage but the garbage not so much:) but the snuggling last forever Have patience!!
Have a great day
julie
I totally feel your pain. Our dog is really, really sweet. But she has eaten 3 sets of patio furniture, 2 wooden fences and one chain linked fence. Ate the wiring of an electric fence (all the while getting shocked) and a dog pen.
She eats books, shoes and anything else that looks appealing.
Focus on the purring.
He's so cute! My friends have dog similar to him and are going through the same problems. When my guy was a puppy, he did the same. He chewed through cords (any kind!), ripped his beds, destroyed the toys that were supposed to be indestructable! It drove me crazy. But he was easy to house train too and is great on car rides and a great watch dog. Well, was, until he developed laying on my bed. He's still good but if he knows it's me, he stays in MY bed. But he's also over 5 now, and when you're as big as him, his life expectancy isn't high, so I let him on the bed. He knows not to destroy it now!
Good luck with Sam. Some day he'll grow out of it. Until then, be happy he's so darn cute!
Oh my gosh, I can't believe how cute he is. He would have to be cute to put up with all the antics! :)
Carrie
Cute dog, cute post. Could you tell me what kind of dog he is?
Oh, he is soooo cute.
I love stopping by your blog.
-Jill
He's so darn cute! We have a bulldog who gets in his share of trouble and I feel the same way ... I could leave him for dead one minute and I love him the next.
Oh! Bless his pea-pickin' little heart! What can you do when they are so darn cute? Our boston terrier has eaten a whole bucket of KFC, bones and all. He also once ate an entire box of crispy cream donuts. You'd never know it -he's as healthy as can be! Good luck!!
Jen,
That was my all-time favorite post of yours!
He is so cute, look at those eyes!
For anyone that asked... he is a German Wire Hair.
(Don't get one.)
Smiles,
Jen
his IS so cute... little bundle of energy... good golly!
oh gosh though... alll that he's chewed... yikes... yikes!
you are GREAT parents... hang in there... he will grow out of it! :)
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