I’ve thought a good deal about mischief recently. Mostly, I have been recalling puppy shenanigans. I thought these stories deserved being told on Mischief Monday hosted by Snoopy’s Dog Blog, My Brown Newfies, and Alfie’sBlog. These three pet bloggers know mischief and prove it each Monday with hilarious stories. Be sure to hop over and see what their crazy canines are doing.
As most of you know, we have our granddog, Pierre the Westie living with us. He will be moving in with his mommy and daddy in August. That means Bentley will be an only dog. While he loves having our undivided attention, I know he needs a little friend.
It’d be great to have all of the breeds that I love, but I’d be on an episode of "Hoarders" in no time at all. I want a puppy because I love everything about puppies. Well, at least, that was my initial thought. Seriously, what’s not to love about a puppy? They are sweet, adorable, funny, and perfect little creatures. That’s when a small voice in the back of my head, that I ignore when it comes to puppies, started reliving my previous puppy experience. Bentley is our seventh dog, so we have had quite a few puppy years.
Since my adorably innocent looking Basset Hound, Bentley was a puppy six long years ago; I tend to forget some of his mischief. I really want another Basset Hound puppy. I have been thinking about how precious he was as a little guy. Then, I remember the time when he was about four months old. He had been such a big boy with
Tucker, our Golden Retriever, teaching him how to behave in the house. We were going to drive to the local convenience store, which is about fifteen minutes round trip. I told my husband that we should just let Bentley stay loose in the living room. Tucker was in there and they were both snoozing together. If I woke him up to put him in his kennel, he’d be sad and cry. After all, what could he get into in such a short period of time? We soon found out the answer to this rhetorical question. Obviously, fifteen minutes is enough time for a very small Basset Hound to pull the living room carpet up from the corner and chew the padding into a million tiny pieces. We walked in and Tucker came to stand beside as we looked at Bentley sitting in a pile of padding chips. His ears were dragging the ground and the look of absolute pride shown on his face. Tucker looked at the mess and then at us. I could almost promise that he shrugged as if to say, “What did you expect me to do? I told him to stop.” Bentley returned to going into his kennel anytime that we left after that incident.
Remembering Bentley’s mischief has made me realize that getting a new puppy is like deciding to have another baby. In your mind, you think of another baby and you recall the scent of baby lotion, cooing, baby kisses, and first smiles. Somehow, the memories of morning sickness, colic, and poopy diapers fade away. It’s the same way with puppies. You forget the accidents, the chewed furniture, shoes, carpets, and glasses. It’s a good thing to remember what a handful a new puppy is, but all it takes is one little tail wag or a tiny puppy kiss and all of the troubles fade away again as “puppy fever” rears its head. I have never gotten “baby-fever” when I’m around a new baby. If you show me a puppy though, watch out, because I will suffer a great bout of “puppy fever.” I’m going to write my next few Monday Mischief posts about some of the funnier “OH MY DOG" puppy moments over the coming weeks.
I have to share some human mischief with you. Well, actually it’s not so much mischief
as it is a checked off item on my Bucket List. Last week for my birthday, my son, and his wife surprised, shocked, and thrilled me with two tickets to see Sir Elton John in concert! Yes, music royalty live and in person! Holy Cow!! We’ve not been to a concert in quite a while, so we were excited. Plus, it was ELTON JOHN! He has been one of my favorite singers forever. It was the “Goodbye Yellow Brick Road” tour and he sang every song I loved from the original album. It was a bit sobering to realize it was forty years ago! It was a sell-out concert and the majority of people were our age. I’m sure his crowds have mellowed since the 70’s, but when I looked at the sea of people dancing and singing along, I knew that just like me, they were remembering back to the first time they were “hoppin’ and boppin’ to the Crocodile Rock!” Thanks again to Dustin and Jackie for an incredible gift! And of course, thanks to Elton John for three hours of non-stop awesomeness!