Tucker is a puppy of discriminating tastes. When he is not enjoying the evening on the veranda in his favorite rocking chair,
he can usually be found annihilating various items around the house.
While Duke chewed a vast array of inexplicable things like The Drywall and Potatoes, Tucker's preferences run a bit more refined. For example, when he utterly destroys paper products, he enjoys a nice National Geographic between the teeth.
He does relish a good global human interest story. He was mesmerized by James Cameron's submarine dive to the bottom of the Mariana Trench. Mesmerized to tiny, unreadable bits.
In the absence of thick glossy magazine paper, he goes for the lofty fluff of Cottonelle or the comforting touch of Kleenex.
He sometimes takes a break from paper to utterly demolish a nice hank of wool roving. I have to admit his good taste here, because out of all of the new hanks of wool roving to choose from, Tucker shredded and soaked with dog spit only my favorite colors, Dill and Amethyst.
Maybe I have it wrong here. Maybe it is not that he enjoys these things in themselves. Maybe our dog is a bit of a Puritan, and does not approve of the decadence of worldly comforts. Perhaps he feels that people who read world adventure stories and use bottom-pampering toilet tissue are surely on the road to perdition. Those who indulge in fiber art using bright colors are certainly going to hell.
Maybe we can't have nice things because our dog is concerned for our souls.
This can only be the reason that this feather boa had to die. Because we all know what feather boas lead to.
The calculated precision with which he made certain that no one would ever use this cord to charge a phone in the car again? Kind of chilling. Perhaps this speaks to deep-seated malice for technology? Or resentment toward the attention payed to electronics and not to him?
Yeah, OK. That is cute, the way he piles up all of his things on his favorite spot du jour. Notice my shoe under his butt. My shoe is obviously now considered his thing, and clearly, is living on borrowed time.
he can usually be found annihilating various items around the house.
While Duke chewed a vast array of inexplicable things like The Drywall and Potatoes, Tucker's preferences run a bit more refined. For example, when he utterly destroys paper products, he enjoys a nice National Geographic between the teeth.
He does relish a good global human interest story. He was mesmerized by James Cameron's submarine dive to the bottom of the Mariana Trench. Mesmerized to tiny, unreadable bits.
In the absence of thick glossy magazine paper, he goes for the lofty fluff of Cottonelle or the comforting touch of Kleenex.
He sometimes takes a break from paper to utterly demolish a nice hank of wool roving. I have to admit his good taste here, because out of all of the new hanks of wool roving to choose from, Tucker shredded and soaked with dog spit only my favorite colors, Dill and Amethyst.
Maybe we can't have nice things because our dog is concerned for our souls.
This can only be the reason that this feather boa had to die. Because we all know what feather boas lead to.
The calculated precision with which he made certain that no one would ever use this cord to charge a phone in the car again? Kind of chilling. Perhaps this speaks to deep-seated malice for technology? Or resentment toward the attention payed to electronics and not to him?
I know that this phase shall pass. Someday, our dog will move beyond his obsession/vendetta against these things, and we will once again be able to read while wearing feather boas, possibly whilst blowing our noses and preparing to wipe with fluffy TP. We will be able to do these things without fearing THIS:
Yeah, OK. That is cute, the way he piles up all of his things on his favorite spot du jour. Notice my shoe under his butt. My shoe is obviously now considered his thing, and clearly, is living on borrowed time.
lol
ReplyDeleteHe is lucky that he's so dang cute. It's been so long since I've had a puppy around, it's easy to forget how insane they are. :)
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