Was that not mine?
I strongly feel that anything within reach of me and that smells like me is mine. And I think that the rest of the canine species would agree.
So how come I get in trouble when I destroy stuff that falls into both of those categories?
There is a rug under my crate. And my new bed is in my crate. And both of those things are mine, as is my crate. (By the way, I’m not sure where my old bed went that used to be in my crate but I have a sneaky suspicion that after the second time my ass leaked all over the place and I filled my crate full of poo it may have gotten thrown out.)
Today when mom came home she was really exhausted. She and I had a heart to heart over lunch this afternoon – it was right after her head exploded. We had a good cuddle and for that reason I decided not to poop or pee in my cage so that when she came home she was 100% happy with me. Isn’t that nice of me? In order to distract my bladder and rectum I preoccupied myself with the task of shredding the rug under the crate.
What’s that? You’re asking if it was hard for me to shred the rug into a million pieces because it was UNDER the crate and not inside of it? Well no, it wasn’t hard at all. I simply bent the cage bars allowing the rug to get inched up inside of the crate with me so that I could be most effective.
That’s right, I bent the bars of my cage. I am the Hercules of Jack Russles!
Posted: February 10th, 2009 under QF Dog.
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