Speaking of games, it’s all about the game when you’re a puppy.
I’m slowly learning…..
I hide the dirty laundry underneath empty laundry baskets, then put a big dog bed over-top the whole laundry basket area, and then hope for the best.
But it never works.
Every day he finds it, nuzzles his long nose into the pile, and around all the obstacles and barriers that I have carefully set out, and finds the underpants, or the socks, or the gloriously smelly teeshirts, and grabs one for his own munching pleasure.
I’d throw up my hands in surrender, but we NEED our dirty laundry to stay in one piece, or else we’d have to buy all new stuff. And we are not in the category of people who can buy new underwear anytime their dog decides to rip it to shreds.
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This is still hard – raising the puppy.
Even as I sit writing this, he is busily searching out a “no-no” to chew and thrash within an inch of its life. The toilet paper roll has already succumbed once this morning when I forgot to close the bathroom door when I left it. This house is chock full of tantilizing treats for little puppies to have their way with, and he’s not giving up just because we say “NO!” in no uncertain terms.
I think he thinks “NO!” means “Oh, good dog – you found the treasure we hid for you!”
Harried but still unbowed…
Bex and Friends