Friday, September 24, 2010
A New Level of Garbage-Dog
His love for garbage has recently become a huge problem.
Before Max was my dog, he was my dad's dog. I'm assuming that my dad is just more intimidating than I am because Max's trash digging days were few and far between. In the past month or so I cannot keep Max out of the damn trash! There is a permanent brown, crusty spot on our already doghair-ridden carpet where Max has smashed coffee grounds over and over and over again. No amount of scolding or ignoring, cold baths or locking trash can lids can deter him. I know what you're thinking. Just leave him in the kennel while I'm not home. I just HATE doing that. I sure don't want to be locked in a box all day.
After a particularly awful day of work/school/life, coming home to a dump is not amusing. Gary and I came down to two options: chop off Max's nose or set him into the wild so he can live with his own kind...the Alaskan garbage bears.
I'm kidding. What we really did was rig a contraption to the garbage can so that he couldn't knock it over anymore. And when I say we rigged a contraption, I mean we bungie-corded the trash can to the wall. Problem solved. Until he figured out he could put his precious little paws on the side of the trash can and nudge the lid open with his sweet little button nose and take whatever lovely treat was on top. Which is generally coffee grounds.
So my carpet is a mess, the lock on the trash can is useless, and I can't stop cuddling with my smeagle beagle (who is incredibly clean and soft from all the baths he's been getting) while getting the evil eye from Gary!
The other two dogs are complete angels while we're gone of course. Except for Crimson napping on the couch and JD occasionally losing control of his bowels (which is not his fault, he's old and when he gets excited...well, you know...).
When I'm not at home, I'm at school or I'm working part-time at a daycare with twelve glorious toddlers. I've come to realize that dogs are much like toddlers. You tell them not to do something and they do it anyways. While looking you in the eye. But it's impossible to be mad at them for more than five seconds because they're so freaking cute.