Pets Behaving Badly!

I have Neve known a time in my life when there wasn't an animal in our household. As a late diagnosed autistic I now understand why that was important to me. The very presence of an animal in a difficult situation is like a calm oasis in a dessert of noisy chaos. Each and every one of those animals left a paw print on my heart and each and every one of them had at least one funny story to tell. My first dog was a food obsessed corgi cross who I adored. I have several brothers and am the only female in my family. One Easter my eldest brother received a record number of Easter eggs from family members. They were sitting in a tidy row on the unit in the living room, not to be eaten until Easter Sunday. On Easter Saturday night, after coming home from midnight mass, someone accidentally left the kitchen door open as we headed for bed. The sight with which we were greeted in the morning was absolute carnage. She had taken the opportunity during the early hours of the morning to make a beeline for his Easter eggs, understandably overwhelmed by their scent and having zero self control. All of the boxes were lying bashed and bite marked on the floor. Thankfully she had only managed to gain entry to one of the boxes and had consumed half of one of the eggs (not sufficient to create any lasting harm to her). It was the expression on my brother's face which will remain with me until my dying breath. He was incensed! Livid! Turning the air blue as he ranted! My youngest brother and I were in floods of tears, laughing uncontrollably and the more he ranted, the more we laughed. 😂 I can't remember, but I hope I gave her a sneaky ruffle of her fur and a treat for the joy she brought to us that morning. (We had placed our Easter eggs on the top of the unit, out of her reach and they were untouched! 😂)

In later years we had a dog who actually ate my homework (the physics teacher I had at the time rolled his eyes when I tried to explain the reason why I didn't have it with me that day); a jack Russel terrier who had a phantom pregnancy, started to produce milk and took to feeding a group of feral kittens in our back yard; a mixed breed genius of a dog who scaled a ladder while my dad was fixing an aerial on our roof and walked across the ridge tiles towards him, sending him into a blind panic; a giant, loveable boxer dog who treated himself to a midnight feast when we left an extra, unopened tray of fried rice from our Chinese takeaway on the draining board in the kitchen overnight and who also ate two £20 notes and half a dictionary as a bored and frustrated puppy and had a habit of digging up small trees in the back yard and carrying them around like sticks 😂; and our present pupper, a Japanese Spitz, who got frustrated one day when I was nursing a foot injury and couldn't take him for his walk, so he found my trainers and placed them at my feet as a subtle hint. He also used to pee on the feet of an ex, when he was a pup. I later found out the man in question was married and was using me to cheat on his wife. Dogs know things 😉 He's a clever boy. ☺️

@Santosha12 dogs really are furry hoovers. lol I spent the first 9 months of my current dog's (Yoshi) life shrieking 'what's he eating now?!!!' and trying to fish whatever he'd picked up out of his mouth. 😂 I was an emotional wreck. He'll be 13 this year and is generally very well behaved, but I couldn't trust him not to rip the ears off a teddy bear if he had half a chance. You're absolutely right though. He helps me regulate my emotions. I couldn't imagine life without a companion animal.