Doggy Chronicles: Kleptomaniac

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I ran across an old pair of shoes this morning. They used to be a favorite pair. I wondered why they ended up at the bottom of my closet and how I could have forgotten about them. I went to put them on and realized Mississippi had chewed through the laces. Ah ha! No wonder I gave up on them. They were pretty beat up anyway. I finally just tossed them, destined for the landfill.

Yesterday she stole the ribbon from my birthday flowers and my birthday card. At the dog park she jumped up onto a girl who had treats and when she went to sit on the top of the picnic bench, she jumped up there with her, all smiley, “please give me some treats!” I told her that wasn’t the way to get treats but I’m pretty sure she didn’t believe me. At the dog park on Sunday, she kept stealing another dog’s soccer ball and running away with it. The dog seemed to think this was amusing but the dog’s owners weren’t too keen on it. They stashed the ball away and went to the other side of the park, away from Mississippi. We ran into them later and I could feel a sense of exasperation that we’d returned to their peaceful, happy soccer playing world. I can’t really take them seriously though. If you go to an 8 acre dog park with 50 dogs running around, you’re going to have to learn to share.

Mississippi is also finding mysterious fruits and nuts in the backyard. She somehow got hold of a whole plum. We had no plums in our house. There are no plums trees to be found anywhere in our backyard or hanging over our fence. My only guess is that Andy, our back fence neighbor might have tossed her a plum. I also found her chewing on a peanut yesterday. That I figure must have come from a blue jay. They hang out in our backyard a lot and I’m sure someone must be putting peanuts out for them.

I’ve been giving Mississippi the carrots I grew in the garden this year. They are in a fenced off bed where it’s hard for her to get to them. I have some pathetic hope that when she sees that sometimes I give her garden grown vegetables, she won’t feel obligated to help herself. I know these theory of mine will never fly and that I’m lucky I’ve been able to harvest anything out of the garden this year.

Other than cleptomania, barking, and leash pulling, our little girl is cute as can be. We are smitten. We start a new class October 10th. This one is going to focus solely on leash walking. I’m looking forward to it. You can join in if you like, it’s being taught through Rockin’ Roxy’s.


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