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.