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To: Ish who wrote (41253)	11/6/1999 7:50:00 AM
From: Crocodile	Read Replies (4) \| Respond to of 71178

Yeah, sometimes an older puppy or dog comes with a lot of excess baggage in the "behaviour department". Fortunately, we've always found that the Rough Collies are easy to train and not particularly prolific chewers. If you have an older one around, the young ones usually try hard to imitate what they do, so that makes house-training, coming when called, etc... very quick and easy. Regarding dogs destroying things, I used to have a dog which we bought as a pup from some people who raced sled dog teams... It was about the worst dog for ripping things up that I've ever seen... I hope I haven't posted the following on here before...I don't think I have... When we got her, we had a house cat that was several years old. He was shameless about hopping up on things around the house. Well, the pup was a husky with some greyhound blood and was unbelievably agile..almost like a canine gazelle. She soon learned to jump up on top of things like kitchen counters by watching the cat. One night I came home and found the cat and the husky crouched up on top of the refrigerator like a couple of panthers waiting to leap out of a tree onto their unsuspecting prey. The cat and the dog would work as a team to get into other trouble as well... The cat knew how to open the cupboard doors with its claws, and then the two of them would raid the cupboards.... They were capable of incredible acts of vandalism. About the worst "act" that I can remember was when I came home from work and discovered that they had emptied out the lazy-susan cupboard in the kitchen during the afternoon. They dragged all of the stolen booty into the living room on top of the light beige shag carpeting...then proceeded to tear open packages of Cup-a-soup, Instant Breakfast, Jello powder and other delightful things... After the packages were torn apart, they must have spent the whole afternoon licking at all of the little piles of flavourings because there were wet streaks of lime and cherry Jello, and chicken-noodle soup, and chocolate-malt instant breakfast in psychedelic swirling patterns all over the carpet... When I arrived home, they gave me the "innocent cat look" as they sat by the front window watching me as I came up the front steps...(and yes, the husky had "the look" nailed down perfectly). However, the green, pink and chocolate smears all over their white snouts gave me some clue as to the kind of carnage that was awaiting my arrival on the other side of the door. As for ripping things up, the husky was an absolute Master of the Art of Damage. She destroyed the usual things like shoes, books, and baseball gloves, but she would also do things like tugging rolls of toilet paper off of the dispenser rod and tearing them into long ticker-tape strips to decorate the house. She could turn a telephone book into confetti so fast that it would put a strongman to shame.... one morning she did a number on one just in the space of time that it took me to go out to the barn and give a couple of antibiotic injections to some sick goat kids... However, the piece-de-resistance happened one morning when we had a milk test out in the barn. The tester and I were outside for about a half an hour doing the weighing and butterfat sampling during milking. Then we came back to the house to fill out the paperwork over a coffee.... When we got to the house, I started to push the front door open and there was this strange "resistance".... I looked down and saw all of these 1/2 inch particles of foam on the floor... mounds of it... I pushed the door open further and saw that this stuff was about 2 inches thick all through the living room and front entrance... I thought, "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS STUFF AND WHERE DID IT COME FROM?!!"... I looked around, but nothing seemed to be wrong at first... ...and then I saw "it".... There on the other side of the living room... was our big foam chesterfield... it was a mammoth thing made of cloth-coloured slab foam... rather a modern design that was quite in fashion 20 years ago... At first glance, it looked "OK", but then I noticed two pointy dog ears sticking up out of the seat of it... I thought "WHAT THE HECK!!!"... and started walking over to see what the hell was going on... I could barely believe my eyes when I saw that the husky had hollowed out a giant cavern that went down through 2 layers of slab foam, and she was quite cozily entrenched inside of her lair with just her pointed ears sticking up out of it... I hardly need to tell you that I was NOT AMUSED and that the air turned a rather violent shade of blue during the next few seconds... ...meanwhile, the milk tester was laughing so hard that he could barely catch his breath.... Believe it or not, I kept that dog until I had to have her put down after she got bone cancer at 11 years old. She did eventually outgrow the ripping up thing and we had many great adventures and did a lot of "howling" together... In fact, we had one last good howl on the morning that she couldn't get up anymore and it was time for her to go... I still miss that crazy dog...