Bucket O’ Bulletz

posted by Sun T. on May 10

Guess what he decided to do since he was mad at me?

Tore the bottom hem clean off my curtains.

Needless to say he was promptly placed in “time out”.

posted by Sun T. on Oct 30

Psst, hey it’s me Coby. I just had to tell you a little about what I was up to today. I was watching Mom. She totally forgot that the Kid put the bread over on the couch. I just decided to bide my time till she wasn’t looking and like a flash, have my meal. My chance came. She went outside to throw the garbage away. When she came back in I just whistled and looked around like nothing happened, hoping she wouldn’t look in my cubby. Mom is too smart, sometimes. She went right to my cubby and found the loaf of bread half torn up. Needless to say she was pretty mad about it. I didn’t eat ALL of it, just half of it. She still had enough to make the Kid a sandwich! I am sneaking out now to tell you I have been on punishment since she found me out. I hate being stuck int he cubby I guess I looked TOO much like I did nothing wrong. I have to work on that next time. I always give myself away.

posted by Sun T. on Oct 9

I have been putting him on the treadmill a little at a time. He hates it with a passion even though he does run well on it. He has two favorite toys: an owl and a lobster. He can throw those around for an hour or two each. Other than that, he likes to take sprints back and forth through the house.

I hear that destructive behaviors are usually the characteristics of boredom. So, when I have him on the side porch all afternoon and he tears up my screen door trying to get back inside, I guess he is bored. We weren’t home when he did that, though. We came back to that little treat.

Sometimes I give him treats in his kong. He loves to figure that out. I want to give him a more puzzling toy to figure out, though. The kong he has is simple to figure and he gets bored with it rather quickly. Any suggestions on puzzling kongs for a 50 pound puppy?

posted by Sun T. on Oct 7

He got it into his head to take off around the neighborhood for a jaunt. Neither my husband or I ran after him. He came back even faster than last time he left…20 minutes. He wasn’t even dirty this time. He DID go to the wrong door, so the neighbor came outside to the dog sitting on his porch. I prayed that he wouldn’t get into any fights or kill any cats. He got hold of the neighbors cat the other day *thanks to my wonderful son letting the dog out to get the cat* but the cat was only scared. Coby just held him down, and dropped him when I told him to…what more can you ask for?

posted by Sun T. on Sep 18

He has been protecting the house extra well since I have allowed him free time outside. Last night he got the cricket. He got him good. I gave him praise and treats for that. I want him to really understand that intruders are intruders, no matter how big or small. I don’t think he will have any problem in case something were to happen. He likes to fight. He got it cornered, smacked it down, and made sure it was dead. Good dog!

posted by Sun T. on Aug 24

I nearly fell over laughing when I saw this picture:

posted by Sun T. on Apr 29

but this time I stayed close to home. My mom and dad stayed outside doing their work until I returned. I didn’t stay gone too long this time. I am used to the neighborhood now, as well as my new home. I know where my heart is and will stay till the day I die. I was happy to be able to run and play outside. I did get a little dirty, but mommy gave me a bath and let me stay outside while they were working on the cars. I had lots of fun watching people go by, but I did get a little anxious to go back inside after a while. I guess mommy was wrong. I am not so much an outside dog as she might have thought!

…paws! Coby

posted by Sun T. on Apr 22

Coby and I have come to an agreement of sorts. He is pushing it, though, with his simpering looks and army crawl towards my legs. He has taken to sniffing over my bed before he decides that he is going to test the waters with one paw, then another, then the back legs one by one till he has found his way atop my bed. Next thing I know, he is sidling over to my side, nonchalantly acting as if he didn’t mean to be right between my ankles. Then he stares at me to see if I am going to yell him off the bed, and promptly goes to sleep after figuring out that I have long since given up trying.

I make it sound kind of bad, but he is slowly making me fall for him. Honestly. I think we will be okay now.