Rylo, my foster brother, has always had a knack for getting into mischief. The first night he moved in with us he decided he didn’t want to sleep in his crate. Mom heard him crying and whining and finally, after about 2 hours she went down to check on him. He had managed to pry open the bottom of the crate and squeeze his head out but then got stuck.
He has been getting into trouble ever since!
One day he decided to dig under the back fence and go on an “adventure”. I barked at him and told him to come back but he didn’t listen. He followed a ditch behind our yard about 4 blocks away and then found a duck penned up in a yard and barked at it so much the little quacker nearly had a heart attack!
Mom never would have found him but his bark was so loud it led her to his location.
He has nipped at people too! He once nipped at a little girl my sister was watching. Oh boy did he get in trouble. Mom bought a muzzle for him but that proved to be just another way for him to get in a mess.
He was so determined to get it off that he pawed and gnawed on it and ran wildly around the house, knocking down the only good vase mom owned, breaking it into hundreds of tiny glass pieces which he promptly stepped on cutting his paw
He has been known to sneak drinks of my parents and sister over the last few months. As soon as they walk out of the room he would jump up on the couch and lap up my sister’s soda, my dad’s beer, my mom’s coffee. He is a very indiscriminate drinker.
|I can charm you with this bow tie!|
I, being the good sister that I am, yipped at him again and told him that dogs are only suppose to drink WATER but he ignored me again.
I once tried my mom’s coffee. It was pleasantly sweet but I hurled my guts out after about an hour. I learned my lesson. Human drinks are for humans and doggies drink WATER.
Last night we got a call from Rylo’s new foster mom and our great friend Ms. Barb. They have been keeping Rylo and our other foster sister Roxy since we went on vacation to Michigan.
Rylo was at it again!
On Sunday night, Mr. Doug, the foster daddy, made himself a relaxing glass of whiskey on the rocks. He then walked out of the room for just a few minutes and wouldn’t you know it, my brilliant brother Rylo decided to lap it ALL UP!!
When Mr. Doug came back in the room, his drink was gone and so was Rylo. He found him passed out on the floor. Soon Rylo barfed and got rid of most of the alcohol in his system but was sick for the next two days. He spent Monday and Tuesday at the vet getting a doxie version of a banana bag of fluids and medication to help him over his hangover.
I know things could have turned out much worse. Alcohol and animals just don’t mix but apparently that was a lesson Rylo had to learn on his own.
This should be a reminder to all of us doxies and doxie parents that some of us wieners just can’t be trusted. They always pick up the chocolate. The keep chemicals and toxins locked up. They attach special latches to doors we aren’t supposed to open but they sometimes forget about the liquid concoctions.
I had to learn my lesson from coffee. Rylo from whiskey.
The vet said he is going to be just fine…but we may need to take him to AA meetings.
|He never admitted it but we think he was drunk at our wedding!|