Morgan was playing in the yard with his sister Miranda and my other family members dogs. My sister has a black lab and my Dad has a yellow lab. The labs are going nuts for this ball until one of them breaks it open and they move onto the other one. Well Morgan, having discovered a love for my shoes, decides to chew something else. So he eats the inside parts of the ball, the rubber parts. I catch him and take away the ball but the damage is done. He continues to play with the others in between bites of grass. I guess he wanted a salad to clear his palat. Less than a hour later he is vomitting up little pieces of rubber and a lot of grass on my carpet.
There is a reason why pups are so cute... to keep you from throttling them. I say it while smiling, I am not angry, just exasperated. Chewing my shoes, my cell phone charger, and cardboard boxes is not enough. No, he needs something else. I hope he learns his lesson from this one. Miranda did the same thing when she was a pup, but she learned after the first ball that it is just not worth it.
Most of the things he does it cute. Like if I take off my clothes from working and hop in the shower, I come back to them on the floor and he is alseep in them. Now, when I wear one of my old crummy shirts, it is because I know he will sleep with it for a few days. I am not sure if it is the smell or just because it is mine, but he loves to sleep on my clothes. All I ask is that he uses the dirty ones. I don't need a fur coat on my T's.
I love Morgan to death, I just need to vent. Sometimes I just wonder what the hell he is thinking. I know a tennis ball does not smell like food, or taste like it. The garbage can I understand, and I expect it. But I do not expect him to dine on Tennis Balls. Maybe he will start chewing on the outside of my car next. Who knows?!?