I think I'm going crazy. I've never felt this way.
It all started when I got a new dog, and brought him
home that day.
The breeder warned me about him. Said they're kind of hard
to raise.
They take a lot of your time and quite a mess they
make.
I just smiled and shook his hand, and tucked him under
my arm.
I thought, “how could this little black and white pup
be of any harm?”
I put him in the back seat as I rolled back into town.
I kept hearing a chewing noise, so I stopped and
looked around.
This pup had chewed my seatbelt totally in two,
and had started on the floormats and one of my kids’
old shoes.
I got out and picked him up and brought him up with
me.
As I started to drive off, he crawled under my seat.
I heard that sound of chewing again, but this time it
was underneath.
I stopped again and found him with a bottle cap
between his teeth!
I was totally baffled; I didn’t know what to do.
Anywhere I put him all he did was chew.
Luckily there was a store nearby, I ran in and got a
bone,
hoping it would last until I finally got him home.
He destroyed the bone before I got home, I knew it
wouldn’t last.
I finally got home and let him run and man that dog is
fast!
He ran for what seemed like hours. He just wouldn't
quit,
And this dog is very smart; he already learned to sit.
Finally, 4 hours later I took the pup inside.
He explored the whole house and found everywhere to
hide.
He took a little power nap for 20 minutes or so,
then he was scratching at the door, telling me he
needed to go.
I grabbed up fourteen tennis balls, 6 Frisbees, and a
rope.
Maybe all of this will wear him out; it was my only
hope.
I started slinging Frisbees; he really had a knack.
He loved taking them away, but never gave them back!
Then I slung the tennis balls; he's the best catcher
there ever was.
Once he got a hold of them, he chewed off all the
fuzz.
Finally, he was tired and I laid him in his bed,
in case he got lonely I laid stuffed animals at his
head.
I sat there and watched him as he drifted off to
sleep.
I was thinking to myself “Have I gotten in too deep?”
I went into my bedroom and fell asleep right away
and woke up 6 hours later much to my dismay.
I walked into my new friend’s room but didn’t see my
pup.
All I saw was everything the varmint had torn up.
He tore up the stuffed animals and pulled the stuffing
out,
and shredded all my pillows and threw them all about.
He chewed up every electric cord to everything I
owned.
No lamp, no TV, no stereo; he even chewed my phone!
I went into the kitchen and there the culprit was.
I was going to take him back, this destructive ball of
fuzz.
I picked him up and immediately headed for the car.
Put him beside me, started it up, but I didn’t get
very far.
That’s where I made my mistake that day and it was of
the biggest size.
I allowed myself to stop right there and look into
those eyes.
Those eyes that have the look of love like no other
breed.
Those looks of love only Border Collies give is what
we really need!
He can't help that he was bred this way, he has a job
to do.
And everyone has habits that make them hard to live
with too.
Maybe this little runner is a blessing in disguise.
He can help me be more active and maybe lose a couple
of pants size!
As for the chewing and destruction, maybe it won’t
last long.
I can head to the pet store right now and purchase 15
Kongs!
After all, this little guy needs me; I can be his very
best friend,
And be with him for his entire life, right ‘til the
very end!
(Jerry Wayne Baldwin;
from “This K-9 of Mine”)
*****
The book “This K-9 of
Mine: Poetic short stories from a dog's point of view, plus a few from the
owner's vantage point, too.” is available as Kindle version here.
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