I have spent the last week or so covering the early shift at work. That means falling out of the pit at about 4.45 and staggering to the bathroom, invariably falling over the dog who has a habit of sleeping at the bottom of the bed. She has a perfectly good bed of her own I might add in our bedroom, but lying on the floor in a cramped space is obviously far more comfortable.
Our dog, an English Foxhound cross, is a strange creature at the best of times. Today, when we went out for our walk, she managed to find a KitKat on the ground and tried to eat it. It didn’t help matters that it was still in its wrapper and suddenly there is Ruby wandering along with this chocolate bar sticking out of the side of her mouth.
For those of you about to warn me that chocolate is bad for dogs, I managed to get it away from her quite quickly, but she was not amused I can tell you. You might think she doesn’t get fed enough, well trust me, that dog does perfectly alright I can tell you! The word spoiled comes to mind.
I am convinced that if there was a doggy version of Mastermind, she would go on there in this fashion:
Your name - Ruby
Occupation - scrounging menace with a penchant for eating things I shouldn’t have
Specialised subject - getting in the bloody way!
Over the years she has found and eaten:
Along with eating anything she can get her paws on she is an expert at digging. I have had to build fences in the garden to keep her away from my plants, but it doesn’t stop her trying to get through. There are a couple of areas on the lawn that are bare of grass thanks to madam digging away at them.
She howls at the postman - the poor man has never done anything to harm her but everytime he either delivers or even just walks past the house, she goes potty at him. It is noticeable that if she walks past him when we are out she is very quiet and perfectly behaved.
Most nights she will wake me up at about Midnight wanting to go outside to excuse herself which is better than doing her business on the carpet, but it is a pain in the proverbial when you have to get up at some ungodly hour in the morning
She can be the most exasperating, annoying and naughty dog you could ever find, but she is also loving, gentle, very soppy and a very much a creature of habit. It goes without saying I wouldn’t have her any other way and I love her to bits.
Do you have a dog? Does he/she have any strange quirks or behaviour?