I just love my little puppy, Midnight. She’s only been with us for about three weeks now, but she’s definitely grown on us!
That’s probably because we have to constantly watch the mischievously little girl. If she disappears from our sight for a minute or two she’s bound to be found trying to jump up at something she shouldn’t be trying to get or trying to get into something like the garbage.
Yesterday morning I was upstairs and my husband was in the basement getting ready to have a shower. Midnight was safely tucked away in her training crate. We always put a few chew toys in with her and it sounded like she was going nuts playing with her toys, but as it turned out she was up to no good.
You see, on top of her training crate is the box the crate came in. My husband put it there just after he put the cage together and we’ve been using that area as a place to put our winter coats since we go in and out with the puppy several times each day. Remember we don’t have any closets on the main floor. We usually keep our coats on coat hangers in the basement hallway, but leaving them on top of the crate has been working out just fine … until Thursday morning that is.
The hood of my winter coat, with it’s faux fur trim, fell victim to our playful puppy. I guess when Chris took the puppy out in the morning he must have moved my coat a bit when he got his own and the hood must have been hanging over the edge just enough for our puppy to reach it with her inquisitive little mouth. She probably latched onto it and pulled it down enough to really start chewing on it!
In the end … my hood was still intact but some of the buttons that had held it onto the coat were gone ( we found them) and oh … about a handful of faux fur littered the bottom of her cage. Hopefully she didn’t swallow too much of that stuff!
I imagine that she was probably looking up at my coats hood just like she is in this photo. Of course in this photo she’s looking up at my husband hoping he’ll give her a treat … but a coat hood to tear apart is yet another treat to a silly puppy too isn’t it?
That’s the first item of either Chris or I’s that she’s managed to damage in any way. We’ve probably been lucky so far. I’m sure by the time she’s a year old I’ll have a list as long as my arm of things she’s destroyed!