The other day I arrived home from work for lunch and at first everything seemed normal – I opened the front door slowly attempting to keep the cat from making a break for inside and then had to stop Boomer from making a break for outside. Wait, no that’s not normal at all; Boomer shouldn’t be able to make a break for it – he should be safely corralled in his exercise pen.
Anyone that has a puppy can imagine my horror when I realised that no, I hadn’t forgotten to close the pen properly but Boomer had in fact escaped from his pen. Bear in mind that he was wearing a massive cone around his head at the time, so I honestly have no idea how he did it. I was terrified and became frantically looking around for signs of puppy destruction.
Considering the damage this little guy has managed to achieve while I’m in the same room or nearby I was expecting disaster, I was expecting to have teeth marks and chewed up shoes and couches…..you might think I was over reacting but his bad puppy moments so far have been plentiful!
He didn’t do anything. Anything at all…..I searched and searched and couldn’t find a single thing out of place, a single chew mark. It seemed too good to be true but I thanked my lucky stars than we escaped with intact furniture. Then I had my second horror moment of the day – best friend decided to trust that the puppy was good enough to roam free in the living room while we went back to work….she just trusted him, just like that. The destructor, the little fecker that did this to the old couch had earned her trust with a what I considered a fluke.
[he did this to the couch while I was in the same room as him until one day I lost it but he still got the better of me]
It took a lot of convincing to get me to leave him loose but I did and 5pm could not have come fast enough. It was one thing to come home to a surprise break out but another to intentionally give him access to a million “chew toys”. To say I was terrified is an understatement. I had my “I knew this was a bad idea” speech all prepared.
He proved me wrong, Really wrong – who is this puppy? It’s been 4 days out of pen-derland and he’s been an angel (touch wood). I was too uptight, too fearful, too untrusting to even suggest change.
There you go again Boomer teaching me another new lesson.
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