See the lovely picture on the right there, well that is my gorgeous puppy Jack. You may have seen me mention him once or twice before on here.
Ok I mention him a lot. He is friendly, cuddly, gorgeous, and cheeky, but today he was a little bugger.
You see Jack is somewhat of a spoilt pup, but not in an over the top way. He has a doggy door so he can come in and out as he pleases.
He sleeps in his own little bed in the study (which is an open room at the foot our bedroom stairs) and most of the time he’s pretty good. He’s got a lot of ball and chew toys, that usually keep him pretty occupied. He’s destroyed his own stuff before, blankets, toys, kennel, but never anything of ours. Until now.
A little while ago I started working 2 days in the office and 3 days at home, so of course Jack has got kinda used to having me around. Sunday’s are hubby’s sailing days and Saturday’s are spent usually doing a little bit of running around, but mostly hanging out at home. So overall I spend A LOT of time with Jack. You might even say he’s a Mama’s boy. (He usually sneaks in for a snuggle at 5am before Hubby walks him just before 6!)
So on a Monday our cleaner comes to well you know clean the house, which means Jack gets put outside with a bone and his doggy door gets locked. I then go home for lunch about 12.30 unlock the doggy door, and he usually snoozes on his bit of the lounge until we get home about 5. This was all fine and dandy till the other week I came home to Hubby’s half eaten cap, a very holy wetsuit top, and not in the hail Mary, Jesus Christ religious kinda holy, and a decimated doggy brush. All of these things were just innocently sitting on the outdoor table. Clearly there was a fair bit of “f@*$ you Mum and Dad for leaving me, I’m gunna eat your stuff” in Jack’s little chewing episode.
I put it down to a one off act of puppy stupidity and gave Jack a good stern talking to, all of which I’m sure he took in and seriously pondered. Then. THEN he decided to rip up a heap of paper I left at Jack level while I literally ducked out for 20 minutes. Then yesterday I came home after being out for about half an hour to find him asleep with a pair of my socks tucked under his head. Yeah cute I know. But maybe another half an hour and my socks could have been his morning tea.
Then as you will see from the lovely picture to the right, which is where all this started, this is what I came home to today. A de-fluffed lounge cushion. OUR cushion. Not one of Jack’s stuffed toys that he shakes, throws and de-eye’s, but something of ours. I stupidly left him in all morning instead of doing the half, half thing and only letting him in at lunch. The problem is I’m a sucker. I smack him (admittedly not that hard) and he looks at me with those big brown eyes and I immediately want to cuddle him. Clearly I’m going to be a sucky non-strict mother! I try to explain to him that he’s just spoiling things for himself and if he behaved he wouldn’t get locked out the back. He looks at me and does the doggy side to side head thing, and I just wish for 5 seconds he knew what I was saying to him.
I feel like I’ve got a case of the Mummy guilts with THE DOG. I’m probably just guilty of treating the fur-baby with too much of the baby, and not enough of the fur, and putting him outside more. Oh the drama of it all.
I guess one can only hope he’s going through a toddler phase. He’s 13 months old, which technically is 7 in doggy years, so maybe he’s just pushing the boundaries and finding his paws in life. By the time we reach the terrible 2’s where he’ll be 14, I’ll be longing for the cheeky puppy who liked snuggles with his Mama, and probably have a sullen teenager type dog walking around with a bad attitude.
If anyone does have any advice for a over-chewy mum and dad’s things puppy, please feel free to comment!
I’m off to re-stuff the cushion now.