Life with a rescued boy puppy has definitely been an eye-opening experience since last September. I just cannot remember our late Hannah being so wild. We can't let him out of the fence without having him on a leash or he'll run for the hills. He eats things I would not consider to be a delicacy in any country. We've gone through countless water hoses, paper plates, grill/tiki lighters, shoes, and our teak bench has been gnawed beyond recognition. Did you know that puppies (well Scooby, at least) find solar lights to be great hockey pucks and eventual teething rings? Now he's going for the hammock. He's not the brightest in thinking the hammock should be eaten. He also uses the hammock to walk under and scratch his back.
Don't get me wrong. We (usually) love this dog but if his diet would be dialed back to actual dog food, that would be great. Once the weather gets cooler we'll definitely be working on obedience class scheduling. ::sigh::