Mississippi was just barking up a storm in the living room. She was nowhere near the door, she was in the middle of the living room, barking for my attention. We had just gotten back from a solid hour and a half at the dog park and you’d think she’d be ready for a nap. She’s a little hopped up on goofy juice right now so I’m not letting her out in the backyard right now. She started barking up a storm at the park after getting mad at a remote controlled hobby glider. Once she starts barking, it’s pretty much down hill from there.
So anyway, I found her barking up a storm in the middle of the living room with a pair of my underwear in her mouth. She wouldn’t give them back. I had to use the “voice of god” (VOG) on her to get her to drop them. They were torn to shreds before I got to them. I’m also pretty sure she somehow got ahold of an unused tampon today because I found the wrapper earlier but no torn up pieces of cotton to be found anywhere. She’s been gagging a little today. I hear cotton can give you, well… cotton mouth. We keep all that stuff, including all trash and recycling safely stowed away in the cupboards, but she must have grabbed a stray off the edge of my desk or something.
I’ve started wedging my workout shoes into the top of my elliptical machine so she can’t get to them. She tried to steal a sock earlier. If you look around our house you will find it pretty much devoid of anything non dog friendly from the waste down. Our dining room table looks like a cubby hole blew up. Our kitchen counters have keys, mail, remotes, sunglasses, purses and bags. We keep a cardboard box and an ottoman on the couch most of the time so she stays off it.
Whenever she is frustrated, she finds something of ours and seeks to destroy it. Quite often I’m retrieving one of Tom’s shoes from her mouth. I am constantly picking up shoes that were accidentally left out and throwing them in the closet. It’s starting to look like a shoe avalanche in there.
We try to keep the bedroom door closed. We try to get ahold of the mail before she does. I try to keep things off the floor in my office (you should see my desktop). You never know when or where she’s going to strike. Things had gotten a little lax around here because she was behaving so much better, but it seems the destructo behavior is back in style.
We are pretty sure she swallowed something unpleasant to pass the other day and that was why she was feeling so bad. I wish there was some way of showing her, gee, when you eat bad things, it hurts on the way out. I don’t think she’s smart enough to make any connections between swallowing and pooping.