Pets and The Funny Stuff They Do
A few years back my wife and I decided to get a dog. We have had bad luck with pets in the past so we decided to get a purebred dog. We settled on a boxer because of all their great traits. We picked up Chewy from the breeder. We believed he was eight weeks old which is a standard adoption age, but he was only six weeks old. Apparently, there was one shot that he didn’t get and by the time the weekend came up he was acting very lethargic. My wife and I pondered as to what the problem might be. As we were discussing whether or not to take him to the vet he crawled up the couch onto the back. This is pretty high for a seven week old puppy and as I charged the couch to catch him he leapt. I wasn’t fast enough; he crashed onto the floor landing on his head. I picked him up and massaged his neck, it was decided…we would take him to the vet that very morning.
Chewy survived the fall and the sickness and started to regain his mischievous ways. During his ordeal with the hook worms my wife and I nursed him back to health and would always use a Winnie the Pooh blanket to wrap him up in. My daughter was also attached to that particular blanket and the two would fight over it. It was quite hilarious to see my daughter take the blanket back to her room, and then five minutes later see Chewy dragging it back to his bed.
It always starts innocently enough, at first he was taking his blanket but it soon grew into him stealing socks and underwear. By the time Chewy was ten or twelve weeks old he was quite the thief. One day after work I was out in the backyard with my daughters playing games…chewy was involved with these games as well. He would love to chase my daughters around the yard and he also loved sliding down the play set’s slide. The very first time he did it my wife saw it and called me over to see. We used to sit there in the dining room watching our dog and daughters slide down the play set slide.
At one point he used to steal the little single serving bags of chips, cheetos was his favorite. He would often come in the house with cheese dust all over his snout and under his chin.
He would also push the bag around the yard trying to get every last morsel out of the bag.
You know how they say that dogs are man’s best friend. Well, it is true. I had to go to Wal-Mart on the way to the lake to grab some Mt. Dew’s and some beef jerky. I was bringing Chewy with me because he loves to frolic in the water. When I came back to the truck he was sitting in my seat waiting for me. The greatest thing about the boxer breed is their ability to understand English.
Through the open window I said, “Scoot over, boy.”
He did the little head tilt thing dogs do then moved over to the passenger seat. I got in the truck, fired her up, and pulled out. The whole time Chewy is sitting in the passenger seat looking around. Some girl and guy walked by and started chuckling. The guy said something; the girl lightly punched his arm and feigned disapproval. I imagine he probably said something like, “Why can’t you mind that well?”
The Plastic Bag
The last thing Chewy did that was hilarious yet at the same time gross…
One day apparently chewy decided that a plastic grocery sack would taste good and ate some of it. I guess he decided that he didn’t want to eat the whole thing. My wife discovered this fact about two days later.
“Oh my God!!!” My wife exclaimed
I ran in a mad rush down the stairs assuming she had found a spider or snake or something frightening like that. “Look at Chewy!” she hollered.
I looked at him, “What about him?” I walked up to him and petted him and called him a good boy.
“Look at his butt.”
“What? Why?” I looked anyway and saw what had gotten her so worked up. There was the plastic bag he ate a couple days previously. “I guess he ate a plastic bag.” I could think of nothing else to say at this point.
“Get it out of there!” she commanded
“What, are you crazy? I’m not touching that piece of plastic. Gross.”
“Well, get your pliers or something, get it out.”
“What do you want me to do just pull it out, won’t that hurt him?”
“I don’t know but he isn’t coming back in the house until its out.” she stated as she put him outside.
“Fine.” I trudged to the garage dreading the impending adventure. Once I secured the pliers I went back over to Chewy. I grabbed him and held him in position to extract the piece of plastic. Thank my lucky stars—it worked itself out. Whew…
Sometimes pets are the greatest thing to have because they provide you with humor and joy. At other times they can get you frustrated. Whatever the case may be I always enjoy having my puppy around. There is something special pets offer to people that is wonderful.