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Please God MAKE IT STOP... more perils of hellhound ownership

I've never managed to buy an indestructible dog toy yet, my dog, a sprocker...
In saying all of that though he plays with the toy remnants for ages afterwards, he has a 'lair' in the garden that's full of bits of destroyed toys and over time they all get played with.
My ex neighbours had a cockapoo who used to collect up all his toys and then sit proudly with them laid out in front of him. I used to go out and play with him over the fence, his favourite was when I fished a plastic water bottle out of the bin. He used to chew hell out of it, after I'd bashed him about the head with it, a game of which he literally never tired, and after a while he would work out to chew the cap off. It would them be able to be flattened and chewed some more and stored with the other toys. Only after several days would it become a mangled and unrecognisable piece of plastic, at which point my neighbours would clear it up and drop it in the recycling. It was a great bit of use and reuse. I had a steady supply of them, after all.
 
Some years back my brother had a large Airedale dog. He was a bit on the slow side (intelligence wise) but boy were his jaws powerful. Family bought him a succession if ‘indestructible’ chews including I think a nylabone , all of which were destroyed. The final one was returned to the distributor/ manufacturer and an Airedale proof one was supplied.
Back in the day when I had a St Bernard we would visit a local butcher for a leg bone. It was an outdoor treat that would keep the dog happy for hours. Had to scrub it’s front legs before it was allowed back in the house though!
 
When we got our rescue cats, a pair of seven-year-old brothers, they were very well socialised, a very polite pair. Once they realised that they'd got under our skin, their manners deteriorated. They stopped waiting to be fed, and started demanding.
And then their worst trait appeared, furniture destruction. Our armchairs and sofa had survived our previous cats, but not this pair. We'd given them a scratching box when they moved in, and for the first six months that was fine. Now, it's neglected. Furniture is so much more fun to sink claws into.
 
My ex neighbours had a cockapoo who used to collect up all his toys and then sit proudly with them laid out in front of him. I used to go out and play with him over the fence, his favourite was when I fished a plastic water bottle out of the bin. He used to chew hell out of it, after I'd bashed him about the head with it, a game of which he literally never tired, and after a while he would work out to chew the cap off. It would them be able to be flattened and chewed some more and stored with the other toys. Only after several days would it become a mangled and unrecognisable piece of plastic, at which point my neighbours would clear it up and drop it in the recycling. It was a great bit of use and reuse. I had a steady supply of them, after all.

Chubbly picks up one or two of them (sometimes at the same time) on his park walks, he gives them the shake of death, bites the caps off then loses interest.
 
When we got our rescue cats, a pair of seven-year-old brothers, they were very well socialised, a very polite pair. Once they realised that they'd got under our skin, their manners deteriorated. They stopped waiting to be fed, and started demanding.
And then their worst trait appeared, furniture destruction. Our armchairs and sofa had survived our previous cats, but not this pair. We'd given them a scratching box when they moved in, and for the first six months that was fine. Now, it's neglected. Furniture is so much more fun to sink claws into.

We had a moggy called Wombat when I was 6 or 7, she was always a small cute looking puddytat, but food had to be watched carefully. Her best thefts were a pair of pork chops that were cooking in the frying pan, and a whole roasted chicken.
 
I'll happily look after your pup, if you like. The way he fills your life is fantastic to read, he sounds wonderful.
 
I'll happily look after your pup, if you like. The way he fills your life is fantastic to read, he sounds wonderful.

I would love to let you, but he's reluctant to let me out of his sight - gradually building up his absence tolerance. I just wish he'd hurry up and finish growing!
 
I'm serious, by the way, he sounds great and he'll make a wonderful dog when he gets a bit older. You'll look back at this thread, read the incidents you describe and smile happily at the memory. That's the thing about dogs, they are smart, funny, some times OTT but they learn when to say sorry. That is, dogs like yours and mine, who live in warm households.

I enjoy reading this thread, though - and you know as well as I dogs never really grow up, they just learn to act serious better :)
 
I just wish he'd mature a little faster. He's a year behind the normal curve on teething - probably a month or two more - and he's WAY ahead of the normal growth curve. The best part of 60kg is currently pretending to be a cute widdle puppy because I have an egg custard tart. Despite the size, he can just about pull it of :)
 
60 kilos :eek: Jeez that's a big dog. Our mastiff cross lab at 40 kilos was a handful so I can appreciate what you're having to cope with. Did you know he was going to get that big?
 
We just received a Chihuahua/Wippet mix - 10 months - from California to add to our 6-year old Chihuahua/MinPin.

Utter pandemonium - puppy imprinted on our daughter but hates her boyfriend and our older dog is super-jelous of the puppy being with us.

Still a good time.
 
We just received a Chihuahua/Wippet mix - 10 months - from California to add to our 6-year old Chihuahua/MinPin.

Utter pandemonium - puppy imprinted on our daughter but hates her boyfriend and our older dog is super-jelous of the puppy being with us.

Still a good time.
If this one gets to 60kg, you've got a problem.
 
Stop buying him expensive toys. Make do with a bit of hefty old rope and a big bone from the slaughterhouse :)
My mate calls round with his dog, her favourite toy is a branch pruned from a cherry tree last year. I have a pile of them cut to a sensible size and kept in the hedge bottom, she can chew them up to her heart's content.
 
Our Betsy can strip down a Jeep in a couple of minutes, but a deer antler will keep her going for a week or so. As mentioned above, cow hooves are good, but deeply unpleasant on the nose. Bull pizzle and cow tails are also good
 
@GruntPuppy He may need some bones, if he lives outside or you have plenty of room, a toy our Hoogie ( big FO Bullmastiff) is obsessed with and has not destroyed is a Basketball believe it or not we were put on to this by a dog trainer.:)

In case l missed something what make is the pup from hell?:D
 
@GruntPuppy He may need some bones, if he lives outside or you have plenty of room, a toy our Hoogie ( big FO Bullmastiff) is obsessed with and has not destroyed is a Basketball believe it or not we were put on to this by a dog trainer.:)

In case l missed something what make is the pup from hell?:D

Think it’s a Great Dane?
 
Some form of German Shepherd, I think.

Indeed. Pedigree and all the gubbins, imported from Eire, where they still breed proper alsatians that don't waddle like frogs... Unfortunately they don't half take their time growing up :(

He's popped a basketball down the park already, so not really suitable.
 
Indeed. Pedigree and all the gubbins, imported from Eire, where they still breed proper alsatians that don't waddle like frogs... Unfortunately they don't half take their time growing up :(

He's popped a basketball down the park already, so not really suitable.

Really?

Good luck with that then.:D
 


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