Diary of a Disastrous Dog...17th Nov 2011

For those of you that know me you will be all too familiar with my frequent Facebook rants and posts about my delinquent dog. There is no doubt in my mind that Pablo as wonderful as he is has special needs and if he were a child would most certainly be on the 'Spectrum' somewhere as well as probably being diagnosed with ADHD.

I love him dearly, he is my best friend. He's fiercely loyal and a devoted companion but his 'Issues' are comparable to no other dog I've known. It has become routine to expect daily damage and I am relieved on the days where he's only chewed a box or pulled the bin apart and not ruined something of any value.

I don't know why he's like this. He gets walked daily, always has a comfy bed, gets fed all the top dog food and is made a fuss of in bucket loads. I know how to look after dogs, I've had them all my life. I know the rules about training them and have successfully trained my two previous dogs with no issues at all. Pablo is in a league of his own!

As I write this I know when I get home there will be something to clear up. This morning after I'd fed him and he'd had a run around the garden he stole a pack of Percy Pig biscuits & ate the lot. Gutted! I bloody love those.
Last night he pulled the tablecloth from the kitchen table, pulled the fruit bowl onto the floor & hid lemons, limes & avacados around the kitchen for me to find throughout the evening. Treasure hunt... Pablo style!!!

I imagine I'll find the missing avacado next week once it's gone furry, hidden in some obscure corner of the kitchen.

His best demolition effort so far has to be hippo. This one did make me chuckle. Hippo had clearly upset him during the day & needed to be taught a lesson.
What a lesson to be taught...