Like any visitor in your house, it takes a while to discover their habits and true nature. When you arrive home from a 10 minute trip to the corner store and your house guest won't even look at you, you know that they broke something, spilled wine on something or ate something they shouldn't have, or drank your booze. Such was the case with my Foster Boy Hunter today. He had a little scuffle with the cat last night. There was a lot of hissing, barking, yelping and screaming.....most of that coming from me. No injuries. Just bruised egos.
So today I locked the cat in the office and popped out to buy bread. Leaving BAD BOY alone in the rest of the house. I arrived home to him creeping across the floor commando style, unable to look me in the face. I got out the camera and he would not look at it. Shameful he was.
A quick survey of the damage led me to the realization that my boy is a COUNTER SURFER. Yep that's a term the Lab Rescue people use. My teenagers were counter surfers too....but at least I could leave them alone for a bit. He ate an entire box of dog treats. And a good thing I went to buy bread because he also ate the last of the loaf. Ace Bakery, Multi grain with pine nuts.
|I couldn't photograph the bread as it was gone. photo www.food network.com|
I scolded him. Gave him a time out, but he kept trying to run upstairs where I discovered he had been about to have dessert. I had two boxes of Bailey's chocolates upstairs on the top of a dresser. Both were on the floor, one ripped open and the chocolates all over the floor. This worried me as chocolate can be very harmful to dogs. I quickly opened the new box, counted the chocolates then counted the left overs from the opened box. He seemed to have only eaten one.
I think the cat quite enjoyed watching the scolding. He couldn't look at me for half an hour.
He's now had belly rubs, a good walk and he's only getting half his dinner this evening.