Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Chew on this

Dad got me for mom as an early wedding present and since mom and dad didn't live together before they got married that meant mom and I spent a lot of time alone.

When the big day came and dad moved his stuff into our apartment, things changed. All of a sudden socks were being left on the floor (which I quickly snatched up and started gnawing on!) then there was the toy I found in an "almost closed" box, which I pulled out and chewed on.

Dad made a big fuss about "your dog chews on things!" to which mom swiftly came to my defense, "he's only chewing on things that you leave out for him to get!"...way to go mom! Dad learned his lesson and started to put his toys away, which meant I didn't get to chew on them anymore (boo.)

Well, all that chewing drama happened five and a half years ago (without one relapse since!)...so imagine my surprise when I follow mom into the office the other day and find one of dad's shirts laying on the carpet!

At first I thought it was a trick, but without a treat at the end. Like maybe dad left it there to see if I would gnaw off a button or something...but I moved it with my nose and nothing happened, so I decided that while mom worked, I would make myself comfy on the shirt.
When mom told dad what I was doing...do you know what dad said? "I'm okay with it as long as he doesn't fart on my shirt!"...mom told me this news and I gave her a sad face, not because dad was making fun of my digestive tract but because I already did...hehehe

1 comment:

  1. Well Jack..You know as well as I do, that MOM's are just the best...the bestest ever..They understand us like no other.