Peppery Pup

Pup is a thief. Not only does he steal shoes left at the door, dragging them with him under the kitchen or dining room table, he is known for rooting inside an unzipped purse or back pack. For a little dog, he has the nose of a blood hound and can sniff out tasty treats. DD2 and friends ran over to the Walmart next to the high school to get a snack after working on homework and before Show Choir practice. She bought a bag of the Jack Links Pepper Jerky. She loves jerky, while I think that is a funny thing for a 15 year old tiny girl to choose as a snack.  Of course she didn’t just buy a stick, but the larger packet, so had over half left, shoved in her back pack.  She was in her room doing homework and I was settling in bed  when I heard a strange rustling sound, followed by “Dang it Dog!” Sure enough, he had  scoped out her back pack, found the jerky, and ran into my room to hide it from her.  He was under my bed trying to get the jerky out of the package. I tried unsuccessfully to get it away.  

DH had an unexpected business meeting over two hours away at the end of the day and walked in about 10:30. We did the trick where we pretend someone is at the door. As much as he is a thief, the pup never wants to be left out of greeting a guest or visitor. While DH kept him occupied, I crawled under the bed to find the package.  By then, he had gotten it open and had eaten what was left in the package. During the night, he got me up twice to take him out to the bathroom and refill his water dish. Yes, I imagine he was quite thirsty after eating a man size portion or two of pepper beef jerky. DD2 was quite mad along with being tired from her homework.  

All was forgiven this morning as he gave her his morning dose of love. Oh the breath though! Dog breath is bad enough, but spicy pepper jerky breath on a dog, even worse. It is a good thing DH is home today as I imagine he will be drinking several bowls of water, and will need an extra work or two as he won’t  poop in our yard-only on walks. The good thing of the story, I found two missing shoes under my bed.  Apparently under the tables aren’t the only place he drags shoes.