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Wednesday, October 13 2010

1) Take puppy out of crate where he has been imprisoned beside the bed all night long. At this point he is a tightly wound toy about to explode.

2) Take puppy into pasture with deep grass

3) Let the Wind-Up Toy go . . .



"I can't breathe!  I can't breathe!"

After a run and a swim, take breathless puppy into den where he catches his breath, empties his toy box, and massacres his Halloween toys.

But I see shades of a dominant, assertive little snot as he looks up to discover that someone else has raided his toy box.  He is not amused.


"HEY!  Is that my BAT?!  Put it down!  That's MINE!!!!!!

And amazingly, she does . . .

. . . and the little beast goes back to killing his monster. Ooooohhhh. . . he's gonna be a rascal later.

"Stay outta my toy box! I'm keeping my eye on you!"

(I saw the exact same behavior in Kona when he was a toddler.  Because of that, he was nicknamed Attila the Hun.)

Posted by: forensicfarmgirl AT 11:00 am   |  Permalink   |  3 Comments  |  Email
great photos. what a little terror!
Posted by Cindy Tennant on 10/13/2010 - 06:46 PM
He's just full of spit and vinegar, isn't he? I love how young animals make full use of each day. They seem so happy. Does he ever sit still long enough to be loved on?
Posted by CeeCee on 10/14/2010 - 07:43 AM
Yes, he does sit still. He runs and runs and runs, and then he collapses. Trace is quite the little love muffin when he's had run out of steam. (Until then, you need to wear boots cuz yer ankles ain't safe!)
Posted by forensicfarmgirl on 10/14/2010 - 03:53 PM

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