Okay, I promised myself I wouldn’t do another blog about our puppy, Jack Newsom, but he’s really getting on my nerves.
Sherry loves him. He can do no wrong. Jack has full rein in our house – both floors. He can open doors I have closed tightly.
Jack has a talent for sniffing out our favorite things. His “cute little nose” stays close to the ground. He finds treasured items and cheerfully destroys them.
I wanted to test this skill, so I put out bait: seven individual shoes – including only one I care about. I put the seven shoes (two loafers, three dress shoes and two tennis shoes) behind my closed closet door (clue: the only one I care about is one of the loafers).
Jack breaks into our bedroom while I am still sitting there, observing. He sniffs out my closet. He turns the handle on the door and enters. Seven single shoes are facing him. He takes a glance back at me as if saying, “sucker.” He noses each shoe. He chooses my popular loafer and dashes out of the closet, out of the bedroom, down the stairs and out through the sliding door into our backyard. There is only one pile of snow left from our storm two weeks ago. Jack dashes over to it, claws a hole, deposits my favorite shoe and covers it up with wet snow.
We paid big bucks for this puppy. We have hired a dog psychologist to study his behavior in relationship to the rest of our pack. Let’s face it. We have probably invested far too much on a dog.
Yet there is my favorite shoe under a pile of snow.