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Carnage and Katydid
March 24th, 2008
This morning there was a murder at thehuckablog.
The Dog decided that this house was too small for this innocent stuffed dog and her. The Son walked into his room this morning and shouted “OUCH! OUCH! OUCH!” Poor dog. He never stood a chance.
Who do you think was the sicko who decided to stuff the kids toy with red fluff?
I wish that I could say that this was an isolated incident, that The Dog has never ripped up, chewed up, torn, or ruined anything before. That, alas, would be a lie. She is a huge pain in the ass. Ooops! I told my mom I would keep unladylike speech on my blog to a minimum. She is a huge ……pain in the ass. (The DOG, not The MOM) , sorry there is no other verbage better suited.
Her name is Katydid, or Katydidit, or Kate, or that DAMN DOG! depending on your mood. She will be six in Septemberish. She is part, um, she is a little, um……huh. Well it turns out we have no idea what kind of dog she is because she was a stray. The Husband and I got/found her during our engagement, right after my Pa (maternal grandfather) died. I was sad. She was cute, and cuddly, and her silky fur was perfect for crying into. The Husband taught her how to bark and we thought it was the cutest thing we ever saw. We taught her to sit, and be a ballerina, and she is of course one of the potty trained members of our family, (Sorry Son!) but that is as far as we got in the whole obedience training thing. We just laughed at everything she did as a pup, and let her do whatever she wanted because she was just sooooo cute!! You could just squeeze her and hug her till her precious little eyes bugged out. It turns out that her whining, and begging, and shredding, and destroying are not nearly as cute as they once were.
Katydid as puppy.
Katydid as our flowerdog at our wedding.
Katydid last summer with The Son.
The worst thing she ever destroyed was my Sister-In-law’s wedding veil. The BIL and SIL were staying with us for a couple of weeks, after their wedding, but before their honeymoon. The door to the guest room got left open and the veil was mangled. Yikes! Actually, SIL handled it very graciously, and forgave us….maybe not Katy, but really who could blame her.
This is the veil. And, yes, I am related to these model gorgeous people. (Happy Birthday BIL!)
We have talked about maaaaybee someday getting another dog, and trying to raise it better. Eeehhh….Maybe not. We will just live with our mistakes and try to do a better job with The Son. We are thinking that crate training may not be the best way to go.
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I must add to this post that we have had another dog since we have been married. She was an 11 year old Yorkie from the Humane Society. Her name was Pollywog,she had no teeth and her tongue curled out of the side of her mouth. She also hated children. She died at thirteen, two days after The Son was conceived, (of course we did not know that at the time.)
Is that one of your old stuffed animals? It looks familiar.
Complaint….I come to this blog to relax. Why do you make me count?
Oh…I forgot to mention that this dog can be annoying particularly with her frequent barking at random things that seem out of place to her. However, she is quite athletic, an eager fetcher, and the most cuddly dog to sleep with ever. In fact, if you let her, she’ll crawl under the covers and curl up in the curve of your knees and not move again all night.
I’m glad to know the Huckablogs aren’t planning on trying crate training with the son.
it is an old toy of mine. Sorry about the counting, but it is the only way to keep out spammers.
Don’t forget the time she bit a sleeping Amanda on the head. She still talks about that.
“Remember when your sister’s dog bit me on the head?”
Hey there JHJ! Have A come to the site and give her own account of that event. Actually, I had forgotten, but, now know the exact occurrence you speak of. Poor girl.
I love Katy…biting, barking, dancing, kissing, licking, loving and all. She loves me too…by the way. And…she wouldn’t be a dog if she didn’t enjoy ripping her toys to shreds.
Okay she was still a puppy at the time of the head biting. She does NOT BITE. She jumps on you. Barks at you. BUT NO BITING!! (anymore)
She will too still bite…but only if provoked. And…best I can tell it is more of a warning than a serious bite. She’s precious…meaning cute and sweet. :o)
I have to say I have always liked Katy. Remember walking her and “Carlos” in the park? BTW, where was the BIL’s wedding at? That chapel looks suspiciously like the one in the town where my in-laws now live…
Hey Ang!! Glad to see you here. I fondly remember walking with Carlos. They were married in Eureka Springs AR.
My in-laws live in Bella Vista, AR, and there is a chapel there that looks exactly like the one that the BIL got married in. If I remember correctly, they were both designed by the same person. Another strange thing, there is one here in NE that looks the same, but I haven’t had a chance to visit it yet. Perhaps it too was designed by the same person. Give Katydid hugs for me.
Just wanted to drop by and say aloha and mahalo for linking to BabyShrink! I get a number of readers from you over here at thehuckablog. Let me know how you like it, and if there’s anything you want me to post about!
Thanks again!
Heather, the BabyShrink
LOL! Ironic that the stuffing inside is blood colored…makes it a hilariously more gruesome site to unknowingly walk in on!
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