The great Mis-steak
I've mentioned Hudson's peeing on the deck issues, which may be related to some scary experiences, but he will go off the deck to play and eat grass and then come back and pee where he's not supposed to, so I'm on the fence on that one. We've been having some issues with sharing the bed. He goes to bed with my hubby and I usually come later. He has always been great about leaving my spot. I just come and and say move and he heads to the floor or the foot of the bed, but the last month or so he just flat out says no. And if I push him (gently) or take him by the collar he grouses loudly. It's not really a growl, but it is a clearly verbalized no. So last night I fed them kibble (with about a quarter teaspoon BBQ sauce - they were in heaven), and they both went off the step to pee. (Yay Hudson.) Hudson came back in right away while Rudy played in the burrs for a while. (Sigh) When it was just the two of us Hudson brought a toy and wanted to play his favourite game, axe murderer. (If you're a horror movie fan you know what I mean. The axe murderer walks slowly through the forest while his victim runs around, flailing at a full out run, yet the axe murderer is always just right behind. That's what we do. I walk slowly toward Hudson while he has a toy in his mouth and runs in about fifty different directions at the same time, running away from me, but never more than five feet between us.) We had fun, and then Rudy came in and the two had a wrestle. I took them both upstairs with me, and Hudson made a quiet escape to the kitchen, got up on his full tippytoes, and ate an entire striploin (raw) off the counter. As soon as we noticed he'd bailed we both ran into the kitchen but it was too late. Little creep. He's been really naughty lately, and I'm starting to think we retired the "Evil Puppy" title way too soon. |
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| I know that it is wrong of me to giggle when you are going through some struggles, so I won't admit to giggling when I read this post. I read your post with a most serious face. Honest. |
i know you must have bad so mad !! but gotta give th guy credit .. how many times have you made steak and not given him a bite  yes i came home to duff once again got on his toes and pulled down his tupperware draged it up the steps and had a good time with his dog food |
I second the secret giggle while reading this post  We have learned to out all food far and away from any possible sheepdog intervention! As I tell my husband...Hey there is always pizza to eat!  |
Oh, I am so sorry  it is just too funny... We had a sheepie one time pull off a defrosting turkey from the counter, thank goodness we caught it just as it hit the floor. No one was even the wiser! Again my apologies for laughing out loud, as you know it is too quiet around this sheepie-less house tonight! Lisa |
| Not evil puppy, smart puppy, he's taken over the house nicely. Sorry about the steaks. Every once in awhile we have a mental setback and one of the dogs gets a treat. The other night Jack came close to having a nice 8 back of chicken thighs. |
| Sure glad it's not just me that forgets things the dog love to eat. I made cookies the other day and left the rest of the butter on the counter (only a 1/4 cup) but had to go outside to help a friend. When I came in Guinness had the butter wrapper and had licked it clean. |
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