It felt like such a big move back then, and it was, but since then bigger changes have come.
Three years ago I moved in with my then boyfriend and now husband, complaining about doing one’s own washing and having to think of a different meal every night (still a major problem for me).
Well, we have moved to a bigger place since then and, being the intense animal lover that I am, made extra sure it was a pet friendly environment.
That was the one condition and I refused to go anywhere else that would not let me have my own little canine.
So, two weeks ago we finally welcomed our adorable little angel.
Or so we thought.
Havoc and destruction soon befell our humble abode.
The little terrorist, as I soon started calling him, was given the face of a canine angel, but the mind (and teeth) of a devilish entity.
No object, and I mean none, was safe from the jaws of horror.
One would think a metal bowl would be safe from being seen as edible, yes?
No.
The creature from down under savagely attacked this seemingly indigestible, indestructible metal object.
How he still has teeth, and baby teeth nonetheless, I couldn’t fathom.
Placing objects on surfaces you wouldn’t think possible for such a small dog to reach, only to see him prove you wrong and defying the laws of gravity while doing so.
Already having lost a number of socks, torn to shreds and now sitting with multiple single socks that have no friends…
Then as soon as you think that everything is out of the way of its destructive claws and snapping teeth and you start to relax, you hear a ripping noise and dread fills you.
Yep, he then starts chewing on the couch.
If he doesn’t get to your feet first and seemingly attempts to bite through to the bone.
That being said, between all the disaster, destruction, blood, scratches, hair yanking, toe biting etc. etc. when this little guy finally puts down his head for the day, all thoughts of destruction gone, he becomes my little angel again.
He is starting to learn and is (thank goodness) no longer biting the couch or relieving himself indoors and patiently waits by the backdoor when nature calls.
Between all the mess and broken, ripped, shredded and scratched things, I always know that he is worth it all.
There is no better feeling, after a hard day’s work, than coming home to his excited face and wagging tail.
