Oh and
that cute little passive puppy?
It's like
a re-enactment of Gremlins where they eat after midnight! I don't know
what got into him last night but destructor dog arose...miniature
version. Racing, grabbing, growling murderously, the whole
nine yards of wild and crazy guy. We had to resort to time out in the cage;
once I capture him by diving at the flashing fur. He's better today...for
now.
Reading on the web it was suggested that if they don't get enough
exercise they can go berserk from time to time. I've considered making a
little doggie shovel and have him dig trenches out back today. At
one time he was dragging the day bed three times his size across the room, all
the while earnestly trying to tear holes into it. The cats watched with awe
ignited alarm from the top of the recliner muttering
"I'm not going down there, you go down
there. I'm not going down there YOU go down there"
I believe the pecking order in the home has
been firmly established; crazy trumps numbers ev-ery time.
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