Judging by this title, what image comes to your head?
If you thought of Beagle puppy shenanigans, you thought right.
It was suggested it may be easier if I took Tucker with me to my mom’s house where I currently reside while the family deal with a few home repairs and workers coming and going. So I picked him up and brought him back to the suburbs.
When I arrived, I let puppy in the house where he greeted his favorite grandma who immediately let him out back. Meanwhile I went back to my car to bring in his toys and stuff. I told mom to leave him out there as I wanted to prop open the screen door so I could carry a box and a cactus inside (don’t ask…) and returned back to the car to get the rest of my items.
By the time I got back into the house, my mom said “he stole the ant trap”.
Let me backtrack a moment: a few weeks ago we noticed there were several ants on the kitchen counter. We didn’t know why they were coming into the house and double checked we weren’t leaving crumbs or other food debris anywhere. (We didn’t.) The ants were quite tiny and reminded me of the same ones that lived under the turtle my daughter (or her cousin?) painted as a child. I lifted the turtle one time to see why it looked like it was sitting on a sand bank and noticed a bunch of harmless ants built a nest under there. Apparently, they go under there every year, mom said.
Well, this was the first year the ants have invaded the house, so mom bought a bunch of ant traps.
Anyway, the ant traps didn’t work – they attracted more ants, not less, so we took the traps away and placed a bowl of cloves on the threshold of the back door by the kitchen.
The cloves did the trick and the ants, who apparently dislike the scent, didn’t cross the threshold into the house anymore.
But, when mom puppy proofed the house earlier today she must have forgotten the last ant trap outside.
During the few moments it took me to unload the car, Mr. Tucker stole the ant trap.
Not only did he steal it, he wouldn’t give it back.
AND, he commenced chewing it.
Horrible puppy. 🙄
I had to get it off him because I didn’t know if the powdery substance would harm him, but of course, Tucker thought it was a game and ran around in leaps and jumps. It wasn’t until I lowered my voice and growled at him to drop it immediately that he finally did just that but then laid down on the muddy grass and turned over onto his back.
Because, the Beagle puppy does not like it when I use that voice, and now demanded belly rubs. 😀
I banished him in the house while I did a quick once-over to see if anything else was left out that he shouldn’t have, and he wasn’t particularly impressed.
I took him for a short walk, then left him to come type this blog post into my laptop (and calm down)… Lucky for him, mom began cooking, so he was happily distracted by all the yummy smells.
I’m wiling away here at my computer, anxiously awaiting a special delivery. I have a new idea for my jewelry business, inspired by the recommendation of a naturopathic doctor, and as soon as I have more to share, you will be the first to know. The package is due to arrive between 4 and 8 pm (it’s almost 4 as I type this) so let’s hope it’s earlier rather than later because I’m so excited, I can’t wait to unpack it and get started.
Anyway, Tucker is with me now. It took all of a minute for him to cause trouble upon arrival. So, if this is a sign of things to come for the next couple of days, send help! Or, send wine. 😉
See you in the comments.