Doug has always shown that he has an independent spirit and by independent spirit I mean problem with authority. We always had a hunch that this was true, but Doug proved it with his reactions to being left out of Nick and Moose’s trash day routine.
On Wednesday mornings Nick always takes the trash can out to the street. One day, Nick decided to let Moose come with him… and left Doug in the house. Now, this was not to intentionally leave Doug out, but rather to prevent Doug from running away. You see, Doug is a beagle and beagles are notorious for chasing after scents. They smell something and off they go. Their noses go to the ground and there is no looking back. No looking back, that is, unless they see their owner chasing after them yelling obscenities. In that case, they will look back, put their nose back to the ground and run for dear life hoping that their quest to uncover the source of the magical scent will not be cut short. Doug has proven this scenario to be true time and again. Moose has always been a loyal owner-loving lab; hence, Moose goes and Doug stays.
Nick leaves for work in the morning before I do. This renders me completely clueless about the new trash day ritual on this particular Wednesday. Ready for work, I head downstairs to find this:
Apparently, Doug does not like PS3. Now, we can’t prove that this was Doug. Who are we kidding? It was Doug. We know this like we know we have 10 fingers and 10 toes. Moose is not a chewer. Yes, we have THE 1 labrador retriever who does not chew on miscellaneous items around the house. And yes, we have THE 1 beagle who does. This is not to say that on this particular Wednesday we immediately drew the correlation between the trash routine and the PS3 Controller/Chew Toy. It wasn’t until the next Wednesday and the victimization of the next household item that Nick came up with his Doug-Is-Upset-At-Me Theory.
Enter Exhibit B: our ceiling fan remote (thank goodness that after he destroyed the battery cover he moved on the top of the remote instead of the battery itself).
The destroyed cords (pulled out of our television stand cupboard that was accidentally left open) on the Wednesday after the ceiling fan remote confirmed, in our opinion, Nick’s theory. Doug was, in fact, pissed at us for leaving him out. He does not like to be excluded from outside adventures.
On the next Wednesday, we came to find out that Doug actually does very well on trash excursions. After we discovered this, the rampages ceased to exist. Even so, we now hide our television remote/ceiling fan remote/PS3 controller/any household product that may look particularly scrumptious to a K-9 from our dogs.
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