Wednesday, March 3, 2010

The dog ate my homework

Huckleberry is a great puppy, but he can be a little needy. If left alone for more than an hour or two, he has been known to get bored and be a bit distructive.

The good news is he doesn't dig up the carpet or tear down the walls, although at 150 pounds he certainly could. Shoes? Nope. They're perfectly safe. Rawhide bones? Nary a tooth mark.

It seems Huckleberry has a taste for literature.

The hardcovers are the most popular, as he can really sink his teeth into a strong binding. There's the added bonus of a removable cover which can be easily shredded into a thousand tiny pieces. It's really quite pretty. When not scattered about your lawn. The paperbacks are fun, but pose no challenge. Easily digestible pulp fiction appears to be a favorite.

The books are usually still legible, if you can pry the battered pages apart. Who knew Saint Bernard drool dried to the consistency of Elmer's glue?

I am almost afraid to contact the dog behaviorist. The first question will be,"Um, why do you keep 47 books on your nightstand?"

And then, "Aren't these for teenagers?"

Followed by, "Are they ALL about vampires?"

So for now Huckleberry's book stash is safe.