Run Amok at Grandma's!

Listening to the local radio station yesterday, where dog owners were relaying tales of mischief, that their pooches had indulged in at some stage of their adorable puppy lives.

I was reminded of an (well, 2, to be precise!) incidents where our dogs had trashed our Mums house!



At this time, I was living a fair way from Mums, but my sister lived in between us both.

Occasionally, we would decide to meet up at Mums, & go out for the day.



Only problem was, I couldn't stand the thought of my puppy, Jackson, a border collie cross, being left on his own for too long!

So, I would call mum & ask could I bring him over for the day.

She always replied with a sigh, & "Oh, yes, this is THE last time, Tina!!" to which I would put on my puppy-voice & say, "Oooooh Jacko, its ok...Nan really does love you, baby..." would always get a smile on Mums face & she'd roll her eyes as if to say, "I dunno why I even say the last time stuff! There's no way she will listen to me!"

And my sister would bring her staffy, aptly named Syco. (Her boyfriend was a shit speller)

Syco & Jacko were the best of puppy-cousins. Played well together for such different breeds of dogs!



Anyway...this one day...really was THE last time.



Mum actually decided to come out with us, so we locked the dogs together in her laundry.

Our brother had come home in the meantime, & let them out, but when he left the house again, he locked them inside Mums house.



Biiiiiig mistake.



Mum left for home before us, & upon her arriving, we received a call from her...

It was pretty hard to understand her...she was fuming & utilising some very colourful language!

We did make out, from the conversation, "Get your asses here NOW!"

Oooops...didn't sound too good....

I really wish we never entered that house!

The moment we stepped inside...the evidence of the puppies misbehaviour was like a smack square in the face!

There was washing powder evrywhere, from the bag they had dragged or perhaps had a game of tug o' war with!

Clothes were strewn & chewed all over the place.

Lounge cushions were upturned, plants eaten & toppled over!

My brother, who was 16 at the time, was busted by the dogs, when they had managed to find his stash of porn magazines & decide to have a chew!

We spent a late night cleaning, & by the end of it, Mum was at least looking at us again when answering our questions with a one worded reply!
To say she was annoyed would be an understatement!

But wait...there's more!
I kid you not.....

Another incident occured when we were living in Auchenflower, in Bris city.
My brother had "adopted" Jackson, my puppy, when we had moved there & couldn't take him, as we didn't have a good yard for him.
(Can't believe Mum had played down the last incident enough in her mind, to allow my brother to take him!...then again...I may have just cried & pleaded...who knows!)

So, my sis turns up one day to go shopping.
Although, she had to bring her boyfriends "baby"...Syco, as he was not allowed to be left at home alone....(after chewing 3 mobile phones & their flatmates washing, I see why!)

But...we are then faced with a "what the hell are we going to do with him!" moment.

We figure, that hey, we are only going to be gone an hour...we can lock him on the front porch, which was enclosed, & had another door that led into the house.
Syco is just there in the middle. Fresh air & food & water left with him.

What could go wrong?
Right?

Uh...wrong.

So, here we are, pulling up out front, unloading my kids from the car along with groceries, when I realise I can't see Syco where we left him....

*insert twilight zone type music*

To this day, we are friggin' clueless as to how the hell this dog got through a locked door.
But he did.
And, fuck me, did he have a party!

Not even our goldfish was safe from him!
He had jumped onto my dresser drawers, where my fish had been minding his own beeswax, swimming round & round in his bowl, & tried to get at him.
This I know, because there was water everywhere. It was a miracle the poor fish didn't die from fright.
(Do fish even get frightened?? Im sure the ones who live with me do!)

I had perfumed body lotion tubes, chewed through. Perfume knocked from the bench & smashed.

My little boys first gift in the hospital, from visitors, a baby Donald Duck, had his ass chewed out, literally.

My sister & I just didn't know what to do.
We looked at each other & just laughed hysterically. I ended up actually crying though, as I would glance around & see more of the damages left behind by Syco.

And, 2 days later, when I was sitting down on the couch, I felt something under my butt.
It was a potato.
With doggie-mouth sized chunks taken out of it...under my cushion on my couch!

And that...was the last time Syco ever came to stay by himself, unsupervised!

xxTxx