I wanted a dog as i'd recently split up with someone and wanted some company and I had missed having a dog since our Shiva passed away 6 years ago.
I fell in love with him as soon as i saw him, you wouldn't think butter would melt in his mouth.
Well how wrong i was he should of come with label attached to him saying:
I'm thinking maybe he was trying to be helpful and get the tea and washing done before we got home, we've got to think positive here.
So we decided he'd have to have a crate as it would be safer for him.
We think he is actually houdini come back as a dog!!
- The TV was on the floor
- The hairdryer and various items of clothing were in the cage
- Carpet was up
- Rubbish all over the floor
- Chewed through my phone charger
- Ripped a hole in my bed sheet
- One of designer jackets was in shreds
I reguarly hear my mum shout 'that god dam dog' and 'how can one small dog cause so much destruction'
The day my brother came back to find him sitting on the kicthen window sill having torn all the curtains down and knocked pictures and broken ornament was the day my mother went crazy, 'that dog has got to go' she said. He's still with us though.
He's also done some pretty silly things like going helt for leather towards some glass doors not realising they were shut and knocking himself out.
His latest trick is emptying the contents of the lounge bin across the garden.
But if you put all this aside I love him very much, he is so adorable and all he wants is to be loved he never leaves my side and i look forward to seeing his little face when I get home.