Monday, July 14, 2008
I was waiting patiently for Big D to post this...but since he's been a slacker in the bloggin' department, I'm stealing it to post myself...
We've been attempting to let Big Boy Tucker show us, that after all he IS a big somewhat grown up boy who can spend free time OUT of his cage when we are not home(he's approximately 2 1/2 which in dog years puts him RIGHT about the age of a bratty teenager). Anyway, this blond bomber has ALWAYS been the sweetest boy with only minimal chewing, even as a puppy. We've always been able to redirect his chewing to more appropriate items like rope toys...as opposed to a blue tooth, a brand new leather belt, a bottle of my anxiety medication (thankfully never getting the top off), my Victoria's Secret bra and a tube of lipstick, among other silly little items.
THursday was the perfect test. I had my Mom coming over after work and she planned on arriving about a half hour earlier than I'd be home to wait for my Peapod delivery (she's a good Mom!) but since her last key to my house broke, I hid a key on our sunporch. Now you all know that we live in the ghetto, and inwardly, even though I hid the key well, I was sweating the idea of leaving it out where a ghetto-inhabitant could find it. So my brilliant thought was to leave my gigantic teddy bear (Uh, wait, I mean ferocious bear)free to roam the house (i.e. out of his cage) and able to scare off any possible intruders. I wasn't too afraid, becuz we have done this before with Tucker and it was okay. I looked him in his big brown eyes and said, "Okay Tucker, Mommy is leaving you free. This is a big step. You need to prove to me that you deserve it. Be a good boy today!" Thursday was no exception. Not a stitch was out of place when my Mom arrived, save for a couple of pillows he knocked off the couch when he was obviously laying on it.
Friday I felt cocky, and I thought for sure that we could do this again with no issues. I had another heart-to-heart with Tucker, holding his sweet yellow snout in my hand and making him proimse with his eyse, that he would behave. I was so sure it would be fine.
I was wrong.
This is what Big D came home to (sorry for the crappy dark pic, it's from his cell phone):
Can you see that, people? I know it's a tiny, dark pic so let me break it down for you. That is just the beginning trail of 9 rolls of chewed up paper towels, I repeat NINE ROLLS OF CHEWED UP PAPER TOWELS, IN the plastic wrapping that I had just purchased the day before from Target. That is five bucks (it was on sale thank god!) down the freakin' tubes!
I must admit, when Daryl text messaged me the picture while I was at work, I could not help from laughing. But I know that if I was the one who had to clean it up, I would not have bveen laughing! I told Big D that it most certainly is time...time for the 'ol snip-snip. He's been holding out for whatever reason, afraid I guess of de-man-ing his dog, perhaps? But I have put my foot down. It's time.
Who said dogs are easy????