My foster doggy, a Greyhound/pitt/husy mix named Mister is quite the amusing dog, and a stubborn headed one at that. Put his stubborn nature with his easily exitable and energetic personality, and you have one hell of a dog. Don’t get me wrong, Mister is quite the gentleman, he’s friendly towards everyone, he doesn’t get into things, and he heels on walks. But, he’s the biggest troll you’ll ever meet on four legs.
For one, while he’s not quite aggressive towards any animal, and he’s never been known to harm my cat, he seems to think it’s downright hilarious how quick Mr. Kitty’s tail flicks when Mister draws near. During the day, Mister barely does nothing more then watch the cat, but at night… At night he waits till me and the cat are lulled into a false sense of security, Mr. Kitty snoring/purring as he lays across my shoulder, me probably mumbling in my sleep about how AKC should burn. Then, he starts with a little streatch, a little wiggle, a little crawl, and the next thing I know, that purring noise I fell asleep to has been converted to a spitting his, and the dog that was previously at my feet is now with his head spanning my shoulders, his eyes intent on that flickering tail. And then it happens. He stretches his paw over before slamming it down on that tempting tail, before running like a hound out of hell to the hallway, leaving my cat and I to look at each other, the “WTF” clearly written on both of our faces. No matter how many times I scold him, no matter how many times the cat swats his face, wake ups like these have become the norm.
Then there is the seat stealing. I’m not talking about simply getting up onto the couch the moment I vacant it to grab a nice cool root bear, either. I’m talking about the long process he makes to get me out of the chair.
Step one: Stake out the chair. Walk around in circules, occaisionally stopping to just stare at the person sitting in the desired spot.
step two: Find something on the floor that’s obviously not meant to be chewed. Shoes work really well.
Step three: Begin chewing. Seat occupier should get up to take item away.
Step four: Make a mad dash for the chair. The human didn’t get up? No worries, I made an alternative step four.
Step four b: Glare daggers at owner before restaking out the chair untill the human is not watching.
Step five: Come in from the human’s blind side, either the sides or the back works wonders. Simply jump over the edge.
Step six:Wiggle your way between the human and the back of the chair. Ignore their protests. They may try forcing you off the chair, but at this stage, it’ll be too late :D
Step seven: Simply extend your legs, and wala, the human should be forcefully pushed out of the chair.
Warning: Do NOT attempt if you are a toy dog or if your human is a lot heavier then you.
And after Mister has stolen my seat, he always gives me this innocent, “What? I didn’t do anything. What are you talking about, I was always sitting here.” sort of look.
Then there is his kennel. Mister may go in when told to, but he believes the dog bowl was an invention by the devil, and nobody told this guy that he shouldn’t play with his food. He has a habit of picking up 1-4 peices of kibble and spitting them out at random places, before promptly licking the kibble back up and eating it. Then sometimes he just stiffs his nose into the bowl and shake kibbles out. And let’s not forget his recent ploy of scooting the bowl around, and eventually just dumping it all down the stairs -_-;
I tried feeding Mister in the kennel, but all he does is scoot the food bowl up against the bars and dumps it out of his kennel, then sit there and look at everyone with his big goofy grin as if it’s the funniest thing ever.
I would try feeding him without the bowl, however, the amount of grease in a single kibble will seriously mess up the floor, and Mister refuses to eat anything that didn’t start out in his bowl. I don’t understand why he has to take the food out of a bowl before he eats it, but I have a sinking feeling that he believes it’s funny to hear the indignant protests of me and my sister as he drops a big drool covered kibble on the couch seat next to us.
And these are only three of the things he does. I’m not going to get into how he keeps snatching out phones out of our hands, all the odd noises he makes when he’s bored, the fact he has learned to open doors, but tends to just stand in the door way like some kind of creeper if someone’s in the room, the way he waits for me to be well asleep in nap time before deciding -that’s- the perfect time to begin howling practice, or how he seems to purposely bump into the coffee table to make things fall onto the floor before snapping them up. Nope, not going to get into all that.