MY
DOG OUZO
Ouzo has a new nickname "WMD". You want to find a weapon of mass
destruction come over to my house. The
name of this blog comes from him. Everything is a chew toy, luckily for me the furniture doesn't
count, even Ouzo believes furniture is for sitting on. Ouzo is a German Shorthaired Pointer, you
might say a high energy breed of dog. When
I moved into my house I had a 6' fence put up in the back yard and a dog door
installed in the basement door. I
thought “he'll love this, go in and out as he pleases, run around, lie in the
sun". Ouzo has a bit of separation
anxiety and when I'm not home he looks for me. I might be just outside the
fence so he needs to check. He ate his
way through the bottom of the gate. Animal
Control spotted him and chased him but he got back home and was sitting in a
chair by the front window when they arrived at my front door to leave me a
polite note about animals off leash and to call them. I took care of the gate but Ouzo is much
smarter than me. If I can't go under
I'll go over he thinks. A 6' fence and
he's climbing over it, so much for the free run of the yard. I locked the dog door but the boy has jaws of
steel and he ripped the plastic cover right out of it's bracket. You're inside now boy. Since then various small items have died
miserable deaths at the jaws of Ouzo, nothing major but still. It's not like he doesn't have any chew toys
lying around, there are dozens, but they simply aren't interesting enough. Eating the DirecTV remote the day before the
Super Bowl, screwing up the receiver settings in the process, was the highlight
of his run until he broke my toe. Never
go barefoot around a GSP. Doggie
Downers anyone?
5:25:50 PM 
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