Late Night Snack

Okay, I'm sitting in the living room working tonight and about the same time I realize that there are no dogs in here with me, I hear a strange sound coming from the bedroom on the other side of the wall behind me. Kind of like the headboard is banging against the wall? What the hell......

So, I go in there and find several dogs on our bed, all watching in particular one black & white borzoi in particular in repose across the bed with her late night snack:

So you think you want a puppy?

Cute? Yes.
Adorable? Yes.
Lovable? Yes.
Destructive? .....ummm......

We have a beautiful antique secretary that we bought almost 20 years ago. Tonight I blew a gasket when I discovered what happens when a dog bed gets too close:

Then, as I was taking the photo above, I noticed some more chew marks under the dining room table on the inside of one leg:

So, at this point I thought I'd document for all of you who think you want a puppy some other examples right now in our home to show what a puppy (or two, or three) can do to a perfectly normal middleclass home.

In the next room, we have an antique wing back chair that I've also had for about 25 years and really did plan to re-upholster some day as it DID have beautifully carved wood scroll arms:

The next piece of furniture is a Mission style futon. Oh so convenient to lay on and gnaw at the arm:

But, that's just the corner. A baby Silken Windhound cut her teeth all along that same arm about a year ago:

From the futon, look to the stereo cabinet about six feet away, and you'll see this wonderful artistic self expression:

Now we can turn the corner into the entry, where we're doing some home remodeling and widening doorways. Catherine thought she'd help:

Next doorway to the right:

Turn 90 degrees to your left, and we have a beautiful Mission style handcrafted table that Rowan likes to nibble on when she's trying to get our attention to go for a walk:

Across from the table, Catherine tried to chew threw the wall to get to Mom taking a bath one day on the other side of the wall:

And, once in that bathroom, the wood door frame makes a tasty snack:


Going into our bedroom....we really must look into Catherine's apparent Gypsum Deficiency before it's shocking:

This is one of our bedstands, at perfect chewing level when laying on the bed:


Also, levelor blind drawstrings are DELICIOUS:



Still want a puppy?

Borzoi meets Blackberry

It's been several weeks since any of the hounds destroyed anything in the house. No recent shoe destruction, teeth marks on furniture, clothes ripped apart, shampoo bottles chewed up -- NOTHING. A small part of me began to celebrate, quietly and internally, that finally the destructive puppy stages were over.

Your habits get lax real fast when things run the way they are supposed to.

Late this afternoon, I left to run to the bank and stop by the grocery store. The hounds have been so good that I oblivously left them all in the house unattended with stuff laying around. This was obviously a huge mistake on my part.

Apparently the borzois got lonely and tried to call or text message their friends on my Blackberry. Or, maybe they thought they could surf the internet? Search for online dates? Search for a Myspace page for that cute male borzoi they met at the show last weekend? The possibilities are endless.

Here are photos of what a Borzoi can do to a Blackberry:

Those girls are SO grounded from the phone!!