Last night Vince and I were both kinda looking at each other like . . what are we going to do with him? I told Vince . . it’s just like raising Chad all over again. You turn your back one minute and he’s done something unbelievably crazy.
Yesterday I had been upstairs folding dish towels. I had them stacked up on the sofa and Vince came in and asked me to come downstairs and look at something with the fence. I did . . Oscar was downstairs in his little area. There’s a picket type fence that we have rigged up with a 5 gallon bucket of grain on each side of the right side and two more buckets on the left side and then we put a piece of PBC pipe between the buckets on the right and the wall so Oscar can’t use his nose to slide the fence and get by.
Earlier in the day, I found Oscar upstairs. The PVC pipe wasn’t between the bucket and the wall so I figured I had forgotten to put it where it goes.
After folding the towels, I went downstairs, took Oscar out, made double sure I put the pipe in to keep him from sliding the fence open, and went out to talk to the fence guys with Vince. I wasn’t out there more than 5 minutes. When I walk into the little downstairs foyer from outside, I’m facing the stairs. Towels! There were dish towels strewn all the way down the stairs. There were dish towels in Oscars little area. He must have gone up and down those stairs 10 times bringing those towels down and he probably had great fun doing it! Of course, they all had to be re-washed!
I think what he’s doing is lifting the pvc pipe with his nose and then once it’s no longer at an angle towards the floor, it’s easier for him to slide it and then use his nose to slide the fence and escape.
I told Vince how I thought Oscar was escaping and Vince said he’d look at it “tomorrow”. Later last night, Vince and I were sitting downstairs watching TV and neither of us noticed Oscar was missing. Allergy season is beginning so I had grabbed a box of Kleenex from the upstairs closet and started downstairs with them. Things I can’t carry, I always leave at the top of the stairs and whoever comes down next, brings down whatever is sitting there. “Whomever” was coming down next was Oscar because he quietly went upstairs, found that box of Kleenex, pulled every single one of them out of the box, shredded most of them. Vince and I both looked at each other and said “He’s coming down the stairs!” I said “That means he’s destroyed something upstairs.” I got up and it looked like we had a few inches of snow on the stairs. Shredded Kleenex everywhere.
There’s no end to the mischief that dog can get into. Really, if one of us isn’t sitting down here with him, he has to be in the crate.
Vince and I were talking and I said “Remember that tiny little puppy that was so sweet the day we got him? Did you ever think he would turn into this adorable little monster dog??” It’s a good thing we love that dog.