I really don’t like Wednesdays. They’ve always been the kind of day you just want to get over so that you can get to Thursday, which isn’t Friday but it’s the next best thing. And Wednesdays are the days where I have to work until 5:00, which really sucks. It gives me more time in the morning, of course, but I don’t really need more time. I’m out of bed no later than 4:45 (I’d get up earlier, but I have the water heater set to come on a 4:30, so I just lay around waiting for the water to get hot enough to take a shower), and am generally out the door by 6:10. Except on Wednesdays, when I don’t have to leave until about 7:50 or so. By 6:45 I’m kind of sitting around trying to figure out what to do. No way do I want to go to work – it’s a long enough day as it is.
Thursday is normally not too bad of a day, but tomorrow I start the day at the dentist. It’s only for cleaning and an inspection, but it’s still not something I’m exactly looking forward to. Hopefully he won’t manage to find something to work on (you know those dentists – always looking for a project).
When I got home yesterday, I found that our troublemaker problem child, Bud, had decided to celebrate my dad’s (who Bud is named after) birthday by knocking one of the model wooden ships my dad built (the USS Constitution, in fact) down and chewing it up. He broke all the masts and the rigging. This is not something I could possibly ever repair, so that’s that. I guess it’ll just sit around looking shipwrecked until I croak, and then somebody can come along and throw all my shit away.
Oh well, time to get back to work. Only three more hours to kill.
Those stories of things chewed that should have been left alone are known to all of us who have dogs. Sometimes I throw the stuff out telling myself that the memories are safely in my head and I have too much stuff anyway. Sometimes I can’t bring myself to throw the thing out and it is just sad to see.
How is Peggy’s knee? I see from your post that without observing the misbehavior you have no doubt about the perpetrator.
I hesitate to say it, but Peggy’s knee seems to be better. She looks a little stiff at times, but the limping seems to have diminished. Just hoping it stays that way.
Peggy seems content to chew the things we leave for the two of them to chew. And I’ve seen Bud nosing around stuff on the webcam. It’s pretty much all on him.
Bud just can’t stop himself from destroying items in his environment. He’s not malicious, but he clearly is easily bored & curious and I have to wonder if he doesn’t have some mischievous “devil-made-me-do-it” spirit attached to him that likes to keep us humans 😡 😡 😡 😡 😡 at the little a**hole. I hate myself for getting mad at him and constantly speaking to him through clenched teeth, but he really plucks at our last nerves sometimes. Neither PJ or I have ever had a hound before and Mr. Pink Nose Bud has every annoying hound trait there is — he’s a barker & talker and he looks at Peggy funny & she hates it & starts growling while Bud yammers at her and a big noise fest ensues 🙄 until one of us breaks and yells at them to STFU.
After almost a year, the cats hate him because he goes after them & they don’t want to be his lunch. He has a bad habit of barking his fool brains out at 3 AM many consecutive mornings — don’t know if he’s barking at cat noise on the other side of the house (that he can’t get to) or if he thinks he sees Bigfoot moving around in the woods through the window. In any case, he manages to wake up and aggravate everyone in the house while everyone should still be sleeping.
His taste for electronics, CDs, antiques, pillows, furniture and I don’t know what else he will find to destroy is mind boggling. We’ve never had a dog as destructive as he is & I’m sure we’re bad parents and enabling him through lack of dogproofing and training him. It’s hard to be a wage-slave for 40+ hrs/week & give a dog like him the attention & training he needs to be a Good Boy instead of a little A**hole. We know he really wants to be a Good Boy but he just can’t control who he is. We have to figure out what to do with him before he eats all the furniture, the fireplace, his sister, & anything else he can destroy. 🙄
Never a dull moment. :omg:
Oh, he’s not as bad as you make him out to be. Just when he’s alone all day – and he’s good until late in the day, when he just gets bored and is looking for some action. And it isn’t every day. Just most.
I’ve had dogs that were chewers before. Typically, they grow out of it. Soon, I hope, in Bud’s case.
He doesn’t bark every night, and I don’t really mind it, because who knows who might be lurking outside. I prefer the barking to the cat’s yammering. Somehow, that annoys me a lot more.
Gee, I hadn’t considered bigfoot sightings as a cause of Lola’s barking each morning at 4 AM. I have no idea what she’s yelling about and I really don’t care. I just resent being awakened at that hour especially as I find it almost impossible to get back to sleep. I have tried to investigate but, as it’s dark at that time, I can’t see anything. Anyway, Lola is just faking her watchdog demeanor. She likes to bark but if she’s approached by the object of her barking she backs off and quiets down. Clifford the cat is a braver soul.
Bud is basically a coward, too. When the guy came to appraise the house for the re-fi, Bud went and hid under the deck. But I always tell them I don’t want them to be heroes. All they need to do is make a lot of noise and the bad people will go and find another house to rob.