I fell asleep around 7:00 last night. Then around 10:00 PM I woke up just long enough to put Sammy in his kennel and then go back to bed. This morning I woke up to assess the damage that happens when the puppy is left unattended for 3 hours inside the house.
Keep in mind that this is the puppy that has chewed up my hardwood floor and my hope chest, has broken a gel pen all over my carpet, has smeared pink play-doh into the carpet, has bitten into and exploded a can of white spray paint in the middle of my living room, has destroyed/shredded about four pairs of shoes, three dog beds, two of my bras, an entire garden hose, a couple of books, several sponges, many newspapers, and the barbecue cover.
My back porch currently looks like this:
That is not snow on my lawn, its fluff. And yes, that is a carpet sample hanging from the picnic table and the hose is in two quite small pieces. You may understand why I would be worried about the state of my furniture.
But my house this morning, well, it looked like this:
That’s right, its spotless! Nothing was damaged, not one item was out of place. I think my little guy may be growing up!
He sure is getting bigger. Remember this little guy:
Now its more like this big guy!
Sammy can “sit”, “stay” (for a minute), “come”, “lay down”, “shake hands”, and “go to bed”. He thinks that “out” means go out or come in. For example if he is outside and I want him to come inside, I say “out” because to him that means ‘walk through the doorway’. He knows not to jump on people (though sometimes chooses not to remember), and is horrible at carrying in the groceries. He often jumps up on the couch and then poses like a swimmer on a diving board just waiting for the “down” command, which he promptly obeys. He likes to go for long walks on his leash, gives good hugs, and will give kisses if you let him. He wants to grow up to be a lapdog someday. He likes to play hide-n-seek.
In his free time, he enjoys having staring contests with Frank, chasing Frank, and petting Frank.
Frank, for the most part, seems a bit paranoid lately. I don’t know why. . .
Sammy makes friends easily. His two best friends are Norma Jean and Darco (spelling?).
Well, I’d better go. Looks like it must be play time. Wanna play with us?