After a rough day at work–a Friday, no less–I came home to find that my Huckleberry had torn down a solidly locked baby gate, ripped through the garbage can (containing five days of coffee grinds) and pulled baking flour out of the cabinet. When he gets mischievous, my nephews change his name from Huckleberry to “Suckleberry.”
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We compete over everything. My humans attention, who can eat the fastest, who can listen better. We also must mark the same spot at the same time! My human always has to watch us so we don’t get daily baths.
Our beagle, Moby, dragged a fully sealed box that contained a bone, among other things, 50+ feet to the far corner of the living room. The only thing extracted from the box was the bone. As you may imagine, Moby was very pleased with himself.
Hi. My name is Moby. I dragged a sealed box into the living room, ripped open the bottom, dug out what I was looking for, tore off the plastic wrap, and was happily chewing my new bone when mom came home.
Chester got out of the house and ran over to the neighbour’s house – where he found an unattended, open grill. He helped himself like it was his job. Oh, and the unfortunate grill owner had guests visiting that he intended to feed.