For the most part, Strudel is still kept contained in either the kitchen or the lanai when I'm out here. She has never been destructive with furniture, but anything else? Fair game! If you leave something on a table or the couch she's going to take it and masticate it beyond recognition. Plastic cups are a favorite, as are pencils, papers, flip flops and anything else she can get her gaping jaws around. She has even found and consumed two glass panda earrings of Madison's. Three computer chargers have met their untimely demise through the power of teething puppy. And ooh, the cats' litter box is fun fun fun to root around in! Mama had to get wily with that one. No way am I having litter-scented puppy kisses on my face!
To our surprise Stru still thinks it's tons of fun to chomp on our various body parts until we scream in pain and march her right back to her crate. What ever happened to golden retrievers having a "soft mouth"? Let me tell you peeps, there is nothing soft about canine teeth sinking into your ass and leaving puncture wounds and bruises.
In the past month or so we've been trying to introduce Strudel to the freedom of the downstairs rooms when we're with her. Staircase is blocked, bathroom door closed (because toilet paper is oh so yummy) and all shoes picked up.
Ah, but couch pillows! So much fun to tear into and spread the inner fluff around! Two have bit the dust in the past month.
Ooh, yippee! Strudel Doo here! Mommy stepped away from the computer, prolly to go potty (Mommy goes potty a whole lot) and this is my chance! My chance to prove to you that I'm a sweet, lovable pup with boundless energy and a desire to learn all I can about my surroundings. I can't help it if I don't have hands to check things out. My mouth is my only option for discovery!
Mommy and Daddy say I'm not allowed on the furniture, but if you ask me, that's just not fair! Why do they gets to sit on those squishy things while I'm left to the floor? I figure what they don't know won't hurt em, right?
But I got caught. Oops.
But look at how comfy I am! I'm almost drunk on the feeling of being like one of the humans.
And really Mommy, if I'm in soooooooo much trouble, and am such a baaaaaaaaaaaaadddd puppy, why did you take pictures before scooting me off the couch? Hmph.
How can you deny this face?
So anyway, Daddy said he had to "Put his foot down" with this one. I don't get it. Daddy puts his foots down all the time when he walks. Anyhoodle, he cames home with a surprise for me. My very own bed! It's big, it's squishy and it's just perfect for doing a long dive into!
Okay, maybe it would be more accurate to say I like doing long dives into Mommy and over the bed?
It's also lots of fun to chomp on my bone while laying on all that fluffy squishiness.
Mommy says this next piture is ob...seen and looks like puppy porn, but I don't understand that. Do you? What's wrong with licking a bone???
I don't even mind just laying here quietly as long as I can stare at my Daddy. He loves me soooooooo much and brings me for walks and everything. When he's home. He travels a lot and Mommy hates it. I do too. Right now he's in some place called Tensee. Wish I could go there.
Ooh, and toys! Omg, omg, omg, I loves my toys! I gots so many I don't know what to do with them. Mommy never washed this one 'cause it sings when I bite it and she didn't want to drown the singing mouse. I think he's dying anyway, 'cause he sounds all funny now when I bite him. Ooh, but I loves him!
There's just one little problem with my new squishy bed. Mommy and Daddy didn't tell me I wasn't allowed to bite it. Oopsie?
Anyone around here know how to sew? 'Cause Mommy says she can't even sew on a bottom. Whatever that is.
I think I in trouble.
Pssst! If you love me, you might love my sister more. Go visit her at Jill's Believe it or Not, and tell her I sent you!