funny bugger

Rowlf really is a funny bugger. Typically when I come home from...well, anywhere...the boys have a bit of a mental moment before calming down and loitering. Not today. Sal had bought some new toys, the sort of indestructible chew toys that Rowlf destroys at a rate of one a day. Just in the nick of time too, as his latest, thankfully short-term trick was to chew his way through the skirting board of the sunroom. It's both not as bad and worse than it sounds. Not as bad because we often leave the back door open so the dogs can "have" the sunroom, and worse because the reason we do that is because it's a bit crappy and tumbledown; we don't need it to tumbledown because our dog has eaten it though.

So anyway, home tonight. Open back door and in trots Rumpole. Followed shortly by...no-one. Weird. I had a couple of slices of toast; the whiff of food will bring forth the lump. Nothing. I wandered out into the sunroom and then onto the back steps to watch Rowlf going mental with one of the new toys, a string of plastic sausages (they'll not make it through the night...) He was slinging them in the air, grabbing them, shaking them violently, throwing them for him to chase. Perfectly happy to take care of business himself. He is a funny bugger.

Later this evening he showcased his new bog-roll stealing trick. Wanders into the loo, uses his nose to open the lid of the little flip-top bin, grabs whatever he can - cardboard centre of a bog-roll is favourite - and trots off. Very, very difficult to discipline a puppy while pissing yourself laughing. He tip-toes out, keeping as stealthily quiet as he can. He knows he's a bastard he does.