All it took is one minute

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. πŸ™„

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. πŸ˜€

Sigh.

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.

Tucker in the penalty box

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.

Tucker distracted by delicious kitchen 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.

To see my jewelry collection, click here. To read my romantic/erotic fiction story I have been posting over the past week, click here.

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. πŸ˜‰

See you in the comments.

22 thoughts on “All it took is one minute

  1. I am saying nothing apart from – beagles and shenanigans are intertwined. Tucker is clearly an excellent proponent of said shenanigans and should be congratulated. As for the deep voice “Drop it” we hear that far too regularly around the house and on walks.

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      1. Sadly it does work. We know that when a certain parent growls at us to drop whatever we have in our teeth, then he means business. This is of course the same human who told Lenny on the second day he was with us to “Drop it”. Lenny didnt quite understand so the bare fingers prised open Lenny’s teeth and pulled out the half chewed fox poop. Happy dogs were we for the rest of the day.

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      1. The other thing is boiling water, at least outside. I used to do this because using chemicals will poison the birds who eat the dead ants. We had an ants nest where the children like to play and I poured boiling water on them and it seemed to do the trick. I hated doing it but I couldn’t continue watching them invade the children’s play space .

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      2. they’re making their nest in my garden plants and pots..so i can’t really put something that might kill the plants. and really good point about the birds. i never thought from that perspective (though i can’t even poison ants)

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  2. They drive us Bonkers but then they do something sweet or cute… our hearts melt and we remember why we let them live.
    Oh yeah, the dog too… I was talking about the kidsπŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

    Poor Tucker looks so pathetic in the Sin Bin. I hope it was only a minor penalty 😘

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  3. My husband watched my sister’s dog for a weekend when she and I had to go out of town for a family thing. The dog was find the whole time until we got home. Then she decided to try and go through our, in need of repair, back fence to get to the neighbor’s dogs. The dogs are fine but we had to completely replace the fence.

    Dogs are wonderful chaos. Most of the time.

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