Friday, January 14, 2011

...and, Keg.

Remember this guy? How could you forget right? Welp his leg is all healed up and he is back to his little terror self.Most days it's like this:

Come home to who knows what out on the lawn, in the dirt, in the snow...who doesn't love seeing a toilet bowl brush cleaner on your neighbor's front yard?

How about holes dug all over your yard?  The cold weather is not helping the situation, with it being so cold outside he's been cooped up more than usual so he gets bored. Bored Keg is never, ever a good thing. He shredded a whole thing of insulation all over the house, left over from putting it in the walls. He has an obsession with cords. He eats them. He's a goat dog, I swear. He's chewed up our phone charger cord, Buck's brand new iPod Touch cord, and my new Nintendo DS cord.  He made a pass at the vacuum cord but I caught him in time and saved it. He found our unpacked suitcase after we got back from Disneyland before I had time to unpack (who likes to unpack?) and ate our souveniers, shredded one if my new shirts that I had just gotten for Christmas, destroyed one of my bottles of lotion (all over our new carpet) and ruined 2 necklaces of mine, (anyone else noticing the pattern of how most all of this happens to be my things?) Okay about a month ago he ate Buck's most expensive elk call but still. He chewed a very expensive pair of shoes, of mine. And ate an entire roast from off the counter top after we had litterally just cooked it. This dog eats any thing and every thing. Buck goes out in the yard and shovels up his massive mounds of poop, and he finds all sorts of stuff that Keg has eaten, among them being razor blades. Yes, razors, like the ones you shave your legs with? Yup, eats them and somehow they make it through his system without any problems.  He eats Q-tips, wood, sheet rock, metal, razors, plastic spoons, my christmas tree ornaments, (chomps up the glass and swallows) eats my fabric scraps, paper, styrofoam, pins, oh I could go on and on and on. Ugh.



But then some days, it's like this:
and seeing that, makes it all worth it.:)

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