'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Be careful leaving shoes around when you leave. Because they smell so much like their person, an anxious dog will chew one up in a search and rescue mission.
I have this highly amusing snippet in my head of what is going through the dog's head: "OMG, I smell you! You must be in there, somewhere! Just hold on, I'll get to you! I'm coming! I promise I'll get you out somehow! Don't give up, beloved human, help is on its way!"
I have this highly amusing snippet in my head of what is going through the dog's head: "OMG, I smell you! You must be in there, somewhere! Just hold on, I'll get to you! I'm coming! I promise I'll get you out somehow! Don't give up, beloved human, help is on its way!"
Honestly, some behaviorists think this is exactly the scenario!
His separation anxiety has goneYay! That is awesome. Consistent routine...and chill peer pressure...make all the difference.
bonny - could you call me if you have a moment? I want to talk about sleeping arrangements but don't want to hog the thread.
Inner doggie dialog, take 2: "It's you! Oh, wait, where are you? You're gone! Oh, noes! This is all I have left of you! Well, and those others over there. Oh, I love you I love you I love you!" chew chew chew nom nom nom "Oh, you're back! My mighty chewing brought you back! Yay! See how much I love you?"
Yay, Frankie!
Be careful leaving shoes around when you leave. Because they smell so much like their person, an anxious dog will chew one up in a search and rescue mission.
I suppose the smell thing was behind Mr Peabody's early fascination with removing and chewing my shoes' insoles. He's gotten over that, although occasionally he will move around shoes just to screw with me.
I read about the importance of consistency and gave Mr Peabody three dog biscuits and said "I'll be back" every time I left. Now all I have to do is open the dog biscuit jar and he hops on the bed to wait for his cookies. I shut him in the bedroom side of the house, so I don't have to wrestle with an escape attempt. Now if only he would come when called and stop going for the ankles of visitors.
and stop going for the ankles of visitors.
He didn't bite us. Just some suspicious barking. And he let me pet him a lot in the morning.
The Biscuit never did chew shoes. But once, when we first got him, he did transport a pair of my Docs to the exact middle of the living room once.
He just...moved them? That's pretty funny.
I did not find any more money on the dog beds when I came home today. Perhaps they are withholding their gratuity in the hopes of better service.
maybe if you move all their doggy stuff, they will tip you $20, buy you lunch, and give you ice cream.