While you scratch and love one, the other has plans -- eat things off the counter, paper that you find, scraps or come in and intervene because you are jealous. Echo generally likes to find chewable things, his or not, and scurry off to chew them. According to Monkeyjack, he doesn't mind pulling off a table 5 inches from you, despite you being the "master". Cheyenne taunts you with a toy, and when that's old, taunts her brother with a toy.
I'm waiting for them to get their timing better for the more complex bait and switch ... growl, grumble, growl -- ruff! Then at the break, each takes off in different directions with naughty tabboo items. The law of odds states that you will only reach one in time, the other will have successfully chewed the item before you reach her/him.
To illustrate this point, Charlie lead me to the broken kitchen window. The dogs were playing, fighting and one their hind legs, shatter -- broken glass. Well ... nice weather for it 30 degrees and colder. 17 degrees in the sun with windchill. Thanks puppies. I love you, but want to get you well past puppy period. "Rip & Tear" of the puppy years. Monkeyjack and Lori told me they were 10 months now. That's 16 more months, about before the "puppy period" ends.
Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.
Saturday, January 20, 2007
canine partners in crime
Posted by Marcus at 9:07 AM
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