I just have to brag on my dog a minute.
Remi is a selective listener. Guess that makes me a bad owner/trainer but that’s neither here nor there.
And he loves shoes. He is 2 years old and the only thing that he will still take and chew on is a shoe. Flip flop, ballet flat, tennis shoe, boots, it doesn’t matter. If it’s a shoe, he is on it like white on rice. He can’t help it. Poor baby just loves to chew some shoes and I can’t get him to stop. Oh and one other thing is he loves garbage. He doesn’t ever get into the kitchen garbage because it’s in the laundry room, but he is in the bathroom garbage every chance he gets. I always grab his hind quarters and drag him out from the can that is shoved between the sink and the toilet. I then get to remove wads of hair and toilet paper from his mouth. Gross. He really is just searching for empty toilet paper rolls though. He loves those things.
I was in the shower last night and I had my pair of rainbow flip flops on the floor. They are pretty much ruined because I left them out overnight when we were camping and they were soaked and then dried in the sun the whole next day and are stiff as a board, yet curled up and cracked. I need to throw them away but can’t bring myself to do it yet. So they’ve remained on my bathroom floor since I got back from camping.
Well while I was in the shower Mr. Remington came bee-bopping in (I heard the door open). I don’t close it all the way so he can come and go. Hate shutting the little man out after he’s home alone all dang day. So I hear him come in and I didn’t hear the trash can rattle so I peeked out to see what he was doing and he was gone and one of my shoes was missing.
I was hoping they were still salvageable which is why I cared he took it in the first place, but I couldn’t get out because I had a hair full of shampoo. I knew hollering at him was worthless because he wouldn’t listen but I had to try. It was my only hope!
“RRRREEEMMMINNNGTON!! GET YOUR BUTTTT BACCK IN HERE AND BRING ME THAT SHOE!!! COME HERE!!!” (PS this was 11:00 at night and I’m sure the neighbors weren’t happy)
And wouldn’t ya know, that dog came running back into the bathroom, slammed on his brakes and timidly walked up to me and handed me that shoe in the shower? Oh and he looked at me with those big brown puppy dog eyes of his.
I was so shocked he brought it to me that I got extremely excited and got him all wet from praising his little head. I bet he was so confused haha. It’s not that he doesn’t listen, it’s just when he’s got something good, that he really wants, that’s when he turns off all incoming instruction. And ignores me.
I put the shoes up on the toilet and continued my shower.
And then I heard the trash can rustle. Smiled to myself anyway because it was just too funny. And get out to find him laying next to a toilet paper roll. Demolished.
Oh, Rem. I love you. You make me laugh :)