Charlie Bear here. I have to laugh at this big, beautiful, hunk of a dog. He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?
But he has a disposition only a mother could love.
See, Diesel’s Mommy emailed the other day and said that Diesel had eaten five pairs of her shoes. Five!
That’s a lot of lost shoes and a lot of lost money. He gets fed a lot, he gets exercise, so what’s his problem?
All you dog lovers out there probably know the answer. He’s a puppy! Puppies love to chew! Am I right?
Not me anymore. Even when I did as a pup, I preferred a good, solid little bone over a pair of smelly, yucky shoes. But, hey, to each dog his own. But now that I’m four (just had my birthday: Happy Birthday to me!) I don’t really chew at all. I grab and carry around my green little turtle,
or my baby kitty or one of my squirrels,
but I don’t chew much. Do you think it’s a Lab/Retriever thing? The big dog Rex LOVED to chew. In fact, he chewed up Dad Peep’s whirlybird things in the backyard, his packs of cigarettes (good thing he quit, it was getting too expensive), and even reached up high onto the kitchen counter and snatched bread right off the cutting board. That Rex.
And that Diesel. He’s not even a year old.
Do you remember what YOUR dog was like at that age? What’s the worst thing your pup got into? And how did you get him/her to break the habit?
Wiggles and Woofs to you,