But, as my power cord flashes on and off as it's plugged in to my laptop because of one little puppy using it as a chewie toy when she was but a little wobbly thing, I tend to remember why I'm also perfectly happy that all of the dogs I do have aren't in that adorable puppy stage.
When my first grand-doggie was just a little scamp, he completely ate my new red Justin boots. He still had the shoe tongue hanging from his mouth when I caught him, all out of breath from fighting with the Monster Boot he had dragged off the shoe rack and under the bed.
My second two grand-doggies have single-handedly chewed up the cushions on my plaid couch downstairs, eaten off the wooden rockers on the rocking chair, chewed one of the legs on my favorite high-back chair, torn through several assorted towels, rugs and socks (none of which were actually given to them) and made quick work of any book or magazine that was within nose height. Oh, and did I mention my laptop power cord, which I rely on so heavily, it's on a permanent check list when I travel? I don't go anywhere without the camera battery charger or the laptop power cord. Ever.
But, you know, I can't help but smile when I remember that boot hanging out of Wiggles' mouth and his little victorious puppy dance when he had finally conquered the Red Beast. And those books and magazines? Well, I really don't think I remember one of the book titles, and gosh knows I have plenty of magazines. As for the furniture, well, it's just furniture after all, and you'd be surprised what a little brown shoe polish will hide. I've got some electrical tape that should repair the power cord for now.
The little things that really made me mad when my dogs were pups are all in the past now, and all those little things have turned in to happy memories. They still have a few accidents, and I have to keep an eye on the two youngest ones every now and then. And I keep my power cord well out of reach.
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