My humans don't seem to get the point. Everything they think they own that is kept in my territory is, in fact, MINE. That means shoes, chapstick, socks, smelly gym clothes and tupperware.If you put it out of my reach, I'll climb and get it. If you close it behind a door, I'll push that door open and take what is rightfully mine. If you hide it behind a shower curtain (like your soap), I will go in and lick it.
In My Territory = Mine
The only exceptions to this rule include all of the stuffed toys, which my brother has claimed as his. Sometimes I am told that I'm Naughty Boy after shredding a new magazine or de-soling a pair of shoes. But I have perfected the sad puppy face.
My humans can't stay mad, and it's belly-rub city and right back to overtly claiming all that I own in this vast kingdom.
Big Pupi likes to get in on the Naughty sometimes:
How can a boy resist a good stolen tupperware chew? Only I don't hide like Stanislaw does when I'm Naughty Boy. I put it out there for all to see and admire. I am living proof that you can be ballsy without having any.
I am asking all of you to send some good mojo our way. Stanislaw and I have caught a little tummy virus that has been plaguing pups in our area. We've been temporarily turned into canine volcanoes, with hourly eruptions. Part of the excitement is... you never know which end it's gonna come out of this time! I felt so sickly yesterday morning, that I DIDN'T EAT BREAKFAST. Can you believe it?! I turned down food! I have NEVER done that before.
After a little fasting and a bland diet (overcooked white rice and boiled meat), we've been feeling much better. And today we get the test results back from Stanislaw's... um... SAMPLE that was dropped off yesterday to make sure we didn't catch any sort of infection. That crazy Stanislaw - always picking things up with his mouth and then slobbering all over my water bowl.
Our humans think that we must be feeling better since we've been looking for trouble again, and they know that two cocker spaniels without exercise are mischievous boys. So, here's to happy bellies and a good tupperware chew!
PS - If you live in IL, stay away from the dog parks for a while!