January 22nd 2012 3:03 pm
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I am perplexed by human behavior. I was adopted once before Mom adopted me, but I was returned to the Shelter. Apparently my first Adoptive Parent decided I no longer needed to spend my day in the crate. Since I was not confined to my crate, I decided that I would try my paw at Interior Design.

Interior Design Careers put more untold numbers of dogs into shelters. Fortunately, Mom had already experienced a dog who enjoyed Interior Design (Samson,) AND Mom was firm about keeping me Crated during my first many months at the Mulligan Compound. Also, Mom's schedule was such that I was not left for long hours, even in the crate, so I was able to channel my creative energies into other pathways than Interior Design.

Dad is currently working on the Boy's Bathroom. He has ripped apart cabinets, chewed up flooring, and sawed giant holes in the wall. Dad is NOT being sent off to the Shelter to face possible euthanasia. No, Dad is still allowed to live here and carry on as normal. Dad doesn't even have a degree in Interior Design, Carpentry -- his degree is in something quite useless: Philosophy.

I guess Mom is willing to look beyond Dad's propensity for Interior Design, just as she was able to look beyond my propensity for Interior Design.

Barked by: Zoe (Dogster Member)

January 22nd 2012 at 3:35 pm

The peepoles will do just bout anything to save a buck or two. I know, my folks sit around all day watching shows like Ask This Old House and House, Kitchen and Bath Crashers. Get it? Crashers in old houses? You unnerstand.

And what does your Mom do with all that saved money?
She buys yarn.
I know.

Barked by: Petey Morris (Dogster Member)

January 22nd 2012 at 4:56 pm

I'm having a little of that problem right now myself, but in addition to interior design I have tried my paw at electrical stuff! Dad went out to use the trailer he puts the 4 wheelers on that stays in the backyard and noticed the brake lights didnt work. Well I might of chewed them into, put I'm not admitting it yet, I dont want to be a stray again!
Woof woof, Petey