Meet Mikey

Mama Kat is having her weekly writer's workshop and I decided to join in the fun this week!

She gave us 4 options this week and I chose #4.

4.) Describe a time when your pet caused chaos.

We all already know Izzy's story and the chaos that she has caused so I thought that I would pick on Mikey a little today.

My friend had two dachshunds and the person that she got her second one from was going to have puppies. I begged, pleaded and talked James into letting me have one of those adorable puppies. The puppies were born on our one year dating anniversary and would be ready to pick up shortly after we returned from our honeymoon. That means fate right? I was meant to have that puppy. We got pick of the litter and wanted a boy and only one boy was born. He was about 2 hours away so my friend sent pictures so that I could see him and he was soooo cute! The day he was ready to come home my friend went and got him from his current home and took him to her house. She told me she would be in town the following weekend and would bring him to me then. I couldn't wait that long, we drove the 4 hour round trip and got him that night.



Look at that face! How could you not love him?!? He was adorable and everything I thought that I had wanted.

In the beginning we kept him in a pet taxi to help potty train him, but after he was potty trained and a little bigger he began howling when we put him in the pet taxi, like we were killing him or something. We lived in an apartment so the noise was a bit of a problem, he was so loud that the neighbors could hear him. So after some thought and discussion we decided that we would leave him out of his taxi and let him roam the apartment. When we were there he slept a lot and just played with his toys, didn't use the bathroom in the house and really how much damaged could the little guy do. The answer to that is A LOT!

The first few weeks he was out of his pet taxi he dabbled in destruction. Chewed up whole rolls of toilet paper, dug the carpet out from under shut doors that we had shut so he couldn't get it, you know stuff that wasn't that big of a deal, he was a puppy and we would be moving soon.

Then one day I came home from being at class for a couple of hours and couldn't open the front door. It opened a little ways and then acted caught on something. I finally opened the door enough to get in and find that my precious little dog had PULLED UP THE CARPET. He dug at the front door until the carpet was loose and then pulled it back with his teeth to about the half way point of our living room. The corner next to the wall stayed in place or he probably would have pulled up the whole living room. The carpet pad was in shreads all around the house and the bare concrete was showing. I WAS PISSED! I knew that I couldn't kill him so I put him in his pet taxi, cleaned up the mess and bawled. Why did I have to have this dog soooo bad? Was I stupid or what?

A couple of days later I took Mikey outside to use the bathroom. We never put him on a leash because we wanted him to learn to stay with us and up to this point he had done a great job. He never wondered out of my site and didn't want me out of his. I have no idea what got into him that day, but he ran and ran and ran. I was in my pajamas with no shoes on chasing this damn dog through the apartment parking lot. We lived in the very back and he ran me all the way to the front. I was still pissed about the whole carpet thing and I had ran all that I could so I decided to just go back to the apartment. I called James at work and told him that Mikey had ran away, I tried to catch him but couldn't. His response was, we have spent too much money on him to let him run away, if you want to sell him fine but go find him! Oh yeah, we had been contemplating selling him because all the mess was just too much. I put some shoes on and decided that I would drive around to try to find him, this whole time I was crying. Crying because I was pissed and crying because my dog was gone. I loved him no matter how much mess he made. After getting myself together I headed out and when I opened the front door there he sat. Panting and thirsty, just waiting for someone to come back for him. Needless to say after that incident we bought a leash and he never roamed free again around the apartments.

I'm so glad that we made it through the first year because he has turned into a great dog and taught me a lot. Our future dogs will all thank him because I know how to handle puppies a lot better now!

Even though he isn't tiny anymore he is still pretty cute and he is my baby, my dog and I love him probably more than I should!