Sunday evening one of Mark's
New York friends came to visit. Bette the schnauzer gets super excited when
visitors come to see us. It's like somebody gave her a Pixy Stix filled with
crack. She runs around with her squeaky toys, jumping up on the visitors laps,
nipping at them, and doing her best to get them to play/fight. Sunday evening
she went one step further. Bette couldn't contain herself. Literally, she
couldn't contain herself and squatted right in front of me and peed on the
floor while I was cleaning the kitchen. She shot me a quick look of defiance
and ran back out to the living room for more fun with her new human visitor.
Miss Bette isn't a stupid dog. Cunning, conniving, and
clever yes, but not stupid. She knows how to make the skinny man give her
treats all day long, and she knows how to make the fat man crazy. I swear she
plans her misdeeds to get back at us. It happens every time we leave the house
without her. Despite intense pre-planning before we walk out of the house, Miss
Bette finds a way to shred something. Last Thursday, when we went to the
theater, she managed to find the magazine that Mark sincerely wanted me to
read. "It has some good information about real estate in Chicago." he
told me. So I took the magazine and laid it next to my big fluffy chair so that
I wouldn't forget to read it. The magazine was the first thing we noticed torn
apart when we returned home. That was the easy shred. Miss Bette also managed
to climb across a chair, hover in midair, and snatch a dollar bill from the
stack on a table that I had put aside for my next trip to Johnny's. She
never does the shredding thing when we're home, only when we're out. It's sort
of a revenge thing I think. Anyway, the article Mark wanted me to read in the
magazine is still readable, and the dollar bill is still spendable. With a
little Scotch Tape, it will all be fine. So whoever has the next birthday
coming up, look for that dollar in your birthday card.
Sounds like Bette needs to be in a crate while you guys are out. Never thought I would be a fan of crating a dog but used it with our last dog and it worked great. Just a thought . . . .
ReplyDeleteI did the crate with Molly and Chandler, but Mark made me put the crate out in the shed. He needed more room for his shopping/hoarding.
ReplyDeleteBetter leave something of Marks out to be shredded.....then he'll insist on bringing back the crate! ZOE can be out all the time but the doxie, Gobo HAS to be crated. I learned my lesson the hard way.
ReplyDeleteYeah,even my mom crates her schnauzer after he ate a bible.
ReplyDeleteMmmmm. I'm so happy with my cavalier...the most docile, calm, sweet little dog. She also has had most of her teeth removed due to very bad genetics.
ReplyDeleteAdd crafty to your list of adjectives. Belle is very crafty. Rocky was a "shithead". He would squat and look at you while he peed/pooped right in front of you. He wouldn't run off. He would saunter as if there, that's what I think of our company.
ReplyDeleteBette sounds like a combination of Rocky and Belle. If she hates the crate (like Belle) buy a couple of kiddie gates and trap her in a hallway with a bed and toys while you're gone.
Hire Bette out as a business document shredder.
ReplyDeleteSo did you send that torn up, taped back together dollar bill to Dave for his birthday today?
ReplyDeleteHe should have got it today.
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