Remember my whining post about plants dying in my flower box a few weeks back?
Well, this poor little dessicated fellow (I'm not even sure what this was!) went the way of many others before it--
But wait! The Geraniums are doing alright--
And the Gerbera is positively popping--
All of this beauty exists in the front yard.
The backyard is presently possessed by a very destructive force--
What, you may ask, is causing such structural mayhem?
Why, our puppy, of course--
Remember Duncan, the stray puppy we so dearly hoped to keep? Well, let's just say that we hope he has hit his destructional peak, because our trash can is now regularly full of items that were (until recently) perfectly good and functional.
There's a reason God made puppies cute. (Otherwise we'd find the highest cliff around and throw them off with a gusto-filled heave-ho.)
Cute, indeed. Adorable, in fact.
He's actually a very good dog. He's quite smart. He already knows how to sit, shake, give kisses, retrieve a frisbee and a ball. This is a refreshing change from our other dog--
Bruiser is the well-behaved one, but he is a little on the dull side (as you can see his personality is sparkling through in the photo above).
Intelligent, he is not. In fact, when I put Duncan through a training session, I throw the frisbee, call out "Go get it, Duncan!" and while he is running off to do my bidding, I toss Bruiser a little treat, just so he won't feel left out. (He seems incapable of earning a treat. We've tried teaching him several tricks over the years.) Hopefully, Duncan won't realize that Bruiser is getting tossed goodies for doing nothing more than standing nearby as he (Duncan) runs around fetching frisbees. (Hmm, maybe Bruiser's not so unintelligent after all.)
We truly do love them both.
Warning: the following is quite gross...
It was never my intention to post photos like this one...
...but I find it so amusing that I just have to share. You see, this a pic of Duncan's poo. If you examine it closely, you will see that it is deeply embedded with bits of a blue bucket.
Tobias, our official backyard-poo-picker-upper, has seen other examples of Duncan's chewing and swallowing power. One poo was full of at least 5 good sized pebbles and another contained many shreddings of a tarp. These things appeal to him somehow.
(I had to end with a cute picture, so that your last impression of him wouldn't turn your stomach.)
3 comments:
too funny Aimee... love those puppies but hate that stage.. we had one years back that ruined soooo much! He sure is a cutie :-)
at first i thought you were doing a cruel joke on me! not sure the "poop" actually was "poop" gross
I would love to say he will for sure grow out of it, but there is no promise. Our Isabel finally grew out of it....around 5!! YIKES!! Good luck and he is adorable!
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