home sweet home.

dog: daisy and tetley, beagles

owner: rachel

things my dog did: made themselves a little too comfortable in their new home

“The beagles first day at our place, they were running all over and checking things out. I wanted them to be comfortable, so I let them go anywhere they wanted alone. I thought I’d better go and check on them after they had been upstairs for a while.  As I was walking up the stairs I catch a whiff of a very distinct smell and start to panic.  I immediately look down scanning the carpets for a fresh pile of poo, but could not find it anywhere.  I walk into my bedroom, still scanning the floor but didn’t see anything. By this time the smell is overpowering and I know that it has to be in my bedroom.  I walk towards my bed and there it is, on my bedding.  Not in a nice pile like you would expect either.  Nope, it was a little poo trail scattered over the entire bed :(”

room with a view.

dog: captain

owner: liz

things my dog did: created his very own look-out point

“I know, I know. I always have to close the doors to all rooms before I leave the house. But this time, I think I was just running out for a quick bit (Sunday morning breakfast maybe?, can’t remember exactly where I was heading)
 
I left the spare bedroom door open….and the blind was closed. No views to the backyard, or driveway to see when I would be home.
 
When I came home, I had a new “custom dog designed”  blind, one with big bite holes and rips through it. 
 
Moral of the story….before leaving home, close the door…or offer a room with a view…” 

help yourself.

dog: casey, beagle

owner: cheryl

things my dog did: served himself lunch, courtesy of my garbage can

the inspiration.

i came home last night to garbage strewn about my living room. gasp! literally. an audible, what-the-fuck gasp as i opened my door and stepped into garbage.

gah. i forgot to close the closet door before i left my place. this is a problem, since it is this very closet door that would keep my dog out of the garbage bag that was sitting ready to be dropped into the dumpster downstairs. my fault? totally. i know my dog, casey, cannot resist the temptation of a garbage bag stuffed with delicious rotting morsels. does that make cleaning up any less irritating? no, no it doesn’t.

so as i watched casey try to look super cute and oh-so-apologetic (this involves him turning his ears out, ducking his head down and tucking his tail between his legs) i started the process of cleaning up. i began to pick up the shreds of black plastic, used tissues, chip bags and other random junk my dog had deemed not tasty enough to consume, and got thinking…i can’t be the only dog owner who comes homes to find fun little surprises like this.

and so, the blog was started.

misery loves company, non? i’ll continue to post any fun casey surprises i encounter, and you can feel free to send me pics and any horror stories of your dog. perhaps we can learn a little something from each other…at the very least, it promises to be entertaining.