Perhaps it's just
the passage of time, but I do not remember Maisy being this much of a
pain in the ass. Then again, I got her much younger than I got Pyg,
and she came with the bonus of already being crate-trained. Also, she
had her CGC by the time she was Pyg's age. Also, I think she was just
too flippin' scared of the world to be naughty.
Whatever the
reason, as Pyg has settled into life with us, he's become
progressively naughtier. This is not a huge surprise. Not only had I
suspected he would come out of his shell, but he's also an adolescent
without much training. And normal adolescent dogs without much
training are, well, annoying.
He's constantly
getting into things. Yesterday, the treat drawer was left slightly
ajar, and so he opened it and invited Maisy to his all-you-can-eat
party. They went through probably a dozen bully sticks, several
rawhides, a nylabone, a couple of cow hooves, and who knows what
else. Today I came home to find a roll of thread (WTF?) destroyed.
Last week it was a yardstick and the cat litter scooper.
And the recycling.
Oh, the recycling! Pyg loves
rooting around, especially in the cardboard recycling. He pulls out
boxes and just shreds them. This doesn't really bother me, but it
would be nice to come home to a semi-clean house.
Pyg's
decided being short is stupid, and so is always jumping on
everything. Counters, the chest freezer, my sewing table (from which
he snitched the thread), my bed side stand (where he knocked my pill
bottles down but thankfully didn't open them)...
Peeing
is meant to be done anywhere, anytime, and poop is clearly meant for
consuming. Dead squirrels found on walks? Tug toys. Conveniently
decapitated bird heads? Bedtime snack. Your nose? A
slightly-too-chewy chew toy.
Let's
just say I've been rethinking my training priorities. I've already
started with “off” and “gimme that,” and there will
definitely be a viewing of Crate Games
in my very near future!
Still...
I don't regret adopting him. Sure, he's a pain right now, but he will
be an absolutely lovely dog when he grows up. Hell, he already is
a lovely dog. Besides, when he curls up on my chest and naps, the
oxytocin totally gets me.
2 comments:
Puppies make me smile :)
The honeymoon is over. :-D
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