Friday, March 27, 2009

My Dog Chaco as a Puppy

one of the first pictures I ever took of Chaco


This is my dog Chaco. He is a Chocolate Lab. Chaco has had a very interesting life thus far. He is just like any other dog out there, but better. As a puppy he did everything a puppy should do. He pooped in my room, he pooped in the hallway, he pooped in the living room, he pooped in the kitchen and every now and then he would poop outside.

When I first got him I thought I would let him sleep in my bed with me. First night, no problem, went straight to sleep like a good puppy and woke me up a time or two to go outside. Second night, again, no problem, cuddled up next to me and woke me up a few times to go outside. I thought to myself and told my friends, this having a puppy thing is a walk in the park. I was wrong. Third night, I wake up to a interesting smell. One I had smelt before, one that I am used to smelling outside, one that I shouldn't be smelling at 2am in the morning in the coziness of my room. He was sitting at the foot of my bed giving a little whimper. The first two nights that whimper meant "hey dude, take me outside I need to poop." If only I had been so lucky this time. I got out of bed and started for the door, no need to pull the string for the light I know where the door is, right? Bad Decision.

I would like to stop here for a second before I explain what happened next. Please if you will take a second close your eyes and remember back to when you were a kid playing outside in the rain. Remember that one pile of mud that was a little bit more liquidy than all the others? The one that had the standing water on top of it? the one that you weren't sure how deep it was going to be when you stepped in it? The one your parents would probably be mad at you about if you stepped in it, because there is a chance you might sink up to your waist and ruin your shorts? The one that when you stepped in it the mud would just ooze through your toes all nice and slimy? Remember THAT kind of mud? Good, back to the story.

As I reach my hand out to turn the knob on the door I step in what feels like THAT kind of mud with my left foot. I quickly lift my foot back to where it had just come from and take a step with my right foot. My right foot was greeted by the same feeling as my left foot. How is this possible? I have now managed to step in two separate piles of poop, with BOTH feet. So then I rush out of my room around the corner to the bathroom to get some paper towels, tracking what looks like THAT kind of mud down the hall, but it isn't mud at all. I then spend the next 30 minutes scrubbing the carpet in my room. Once I got as much out of the carpet as I could I realized I still have it on my feet, so I scrub them too. All the while Chaco is sitting on my bed looking at me like "dude, its 2am turn the light back out and let me go back to sleep, I don't need to go out anymore."

As you can probably imagine, I had the crate up the next day, and he slept in it at night until he was house broke. The saga continues at a later time.....

12 comments:

  1. Welcome to Blogland!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  2. Hahahahaha! That is a great story! You are rather funny!

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  3. You already ARE in the inner circle, Andy!

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  4. It's amazing how you can't even get mad at them for too long for stuff like that, huh??

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  5. I came over from Shannon's blog to welcome you to blogland!!! WELCOME!! Oh, and Chaco's story sounds familiar. If you have ever had a dog you might have had that adventure!!! Crate training is the ONLY way to go for us now....lol. Can't wait to hear more on the adventures of Chaco!

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  6. Welcome to the world of blogging:) This is great advice...we are buying our 10 year daughter a dog for her birthday...your Chaco is adorable!

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  7. Hi there! Nothing like a good dog poop story early in the morning....smiles~
    Welcome to blogland...Im your sisters friend..Susie! ps.. My son has a choc. lab puppy....we know poop around here.

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  8. I came over from Shannon's blog to Welcome you to Blogland!
    Great story!

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  9. Aaaah, the joys of dog ownership! Luckily, you both survived and if my suspicions are correct, live on to bring us many more delightful tales!
    Welcome to blogland! We can always use a good story to keep us going!

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  10. This story was gross and hilarious all at the same time! Welcome to blogland! :)

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  11. Came from Shannon's blog, welcome to blogland.
    I crate trained two dog it's the only way to go.

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  12. Another person stopping by from Shannon's blog! Your dog is great! I have a little dachsund and he's crate trained and it has worked well for me. Have a great weekend!

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