Biff’s girlfriend (at the time) gave
him a puppy for Christmas – ironically the last year they were together. They didn’t even make it to the next
Christmas.
The puppy was cute with his little brown
patches and Jenna liked holding him and playing with him while his patches were
still intact. As Buddy got bigger (just in the matter of months really) the
patches disappeared and Biff had a large white dog who wanted to play
24/7. Biff couldn’t give him 24/7. We all needed to sleep sometime – except
Buddy. Barked if we tied him up. Lot of
complaints from the neighbors.
Buddy was no longer cute. He was a nuisance. Jenna loved him when he was a puppy, but when
he got bigger than her, he was just too much for her to handle. He went through
the chewing stage and managed to get some of her toys while indoors. She hid all of her outdoor toys in his dog
house – which he refused to take shelter in.
And that was okay by Jenna. She
liked playing in it. After about four
months he had outgrown the dog house anyway.
We both got to hate that dog. Buddy actually grew to bigger than Biff. It was great entertainment to watch Biff
giving Buddy a bath.
Biff and his girlfriend broke up, but
still had a platonic relationship. I
think the only reason that she continued to visit was to see Buddy and not
Biff. He should have given her custody
of the dog a lot sooner.
Carrie wanted a puppy and so Randy got
her one for Christmas. Not just any
puppy – a two hour drive to a pure breed puppy farm. They lived in an apartment at the time and
had to pay extra fees when their newfound friend was discovered. Plus they’d
have to take turns getting up and letting the dog out of the apartment while
trying to potty train him. I got up with
a human baby. I am NOT getting up for a
dog!
Potty training isn’t the worst of it
though. They seem to catch onto it
better than many human children do. It’s
the teething and chewing and barking that I have a problem with.
Randy would bring the dog over to our
house and leave it in the yard (I didn’t want him to be making messes in my
house, thank you very much) and sometimes come back for it after his classes or
it would be here all day until Carrie returned
from work.
Chief liked to Chew on Highnesses ear –
and though I have called our own dog finicky and high maintenance but he really
is a good natured dog – not thrilled at having Chief biting him, but never
fighting back. I didn’t have many problems
with Chief being outdoors until quite recently actually.
When they moved out of the apartment
Randy bought a scooter and left the dog at his house (YEAH!) and so we didn’t
see as much of him anymore. But then
there was that day that their car broke down and they just happened to have
Chief with him and the dog got left at our house again.
That dog is a terrorizer! He chewed on almost everything that he could
find in the yard – Jenna’s wading pool (which she had only used once) the
floatation device that came with it, and a mop I had left outside to air out
among other things. I hadn’t even
realized that we had had that many things in the back yard until I had to clean
up after him. I WASN’T HAPPY ABOUT IT
either. I told Randy and Carrie
both: DO NOT LEAVE THE DOG IN OUR YARD
ANYMORE! The only reason our
trampoline survived is because he is still unable to reach the tarp (at least
on all fours)
Randy replaced the pool. I put it on the side of our house. When Chief got left in our yard again – really? Listening is definitely not one of Randy’s strong points – he dug up the seeds
that we had barely planted – plus he stepped on some plants in the process (I
was surprised he hadn’t attacked them when he attacked the pool and the mop)
Today I bought a cable. If/When Chief comes again, he will have room
to play among the weeds. He won’t be in
our back yard. He will be on the side of
our house where it’s nice and shady. And
if he would like to dig up or step on all the weeds, I will learn to love him
again.
Here’s hoping Randy and Carrie may take
the hint and just leave Chief at home until he is no longer teething. There is a reason we have always gotten older
dogs.
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