I'm wondering if I can take Puck to work with me anymore. He needs it, once or twice a week, otherwise he refuses to sleep at night.

However, he likes to attack my boss's feet. Err...bad puppy.

Last week when the door to the upstairs was left open (my boss has a home office), he went upstairs and dragged all of THEIR dogs' toys out of the basket and began bringing them downstairs one by one. I was writing a letter, so I didn't notice until we had 3. Oops!

"Dad" is having a stupid card-playing "tournament" tonight. He asked me to clean up while he went to the card shop. So I did, and poor Puck didn't get to go outside all day. He sat on the back of the couch looking forlornly out the window and barking at passersby.

And to no avail, because now "Dad" is tearing my clean house all up so there will be enough tables for everyone to play on. *sigh*

Whoops! Last night wasn't particularly successful for Puck. He didn't act as if he had a problem with our guests, but he peed on my bed twice---TWICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He hasn't peed on the bed since he was 5 months old, and he only did it a few times before that. He KNOWS better than that, we sleep in the bed. And he has no excuse, as I had cleaned up the whole house and he had a nice, new pee pad down.

I took him outside for a while and he knew he was in trouble. He was upset about it and wouldn't play, and wrapped his lead around several objects until I had to come untangle him.

One of our guests brought their son, who hit Puck with the easter toy my Mom bought him. It was a stuffed chick that makes a chirping noise, not a dog toy. Puck pulled all the stuffing out on Easter day. I actually meant to throw it away, but I guess Puck found it somewhere. Since there's no stuffing, there's the silver-dollar-sized noisemaker just in there. The little brat smacked Puck with the toy and you could hear the *CRACK* when the noisemaker came into contact with Puck's head. Puck did it to himself when he played with it every few minutes, but I still wanted to turn around and hit the little monster right back.

heehee puck sounds like such a charachter, its hilarious how chi love to hoard things they find, the other day i caught keeks dragging a melon skin that was almost twice the size of her to her bed, she also loves stealing my laundry the little devil.
and i can relate to your fustration with the little boy, when i first got my cat this little girl that wud come to my house love tormenting it GRR..
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Yesterday we went to work again, but only in the afternoon. I've started going home at lunch to walk Puck. I think it will help him. Now all I have to do is start training myself to walk him in the morning and before bed. Unfortunately, I only have half an hour, and even though my house is about 5-7 minutes away, it's barely enough time.

Puck thinks that the office is a playpen just for puppies. He wiggles like crazy when we walk in and immediately grabs his toy and dances around as if the office=playtime. I'm not entirely sure why he has that idea. I mean, we do play, but mostly I work.

Yesterday I had to do a bunch of taxes at the last minute (I tried to do them last week, but my boss said, "We don't have to do them until the 30th". Since I just started there recently, I've never done these forms before and he has to explain it to me first). Puck was acting like a lunatic, until I had to put him into his portable kennel. I felt mean and my boss even said, "Oh, poor Puck." (And I know he hates it when Puck attacks his loafer laces).

This morning we lazed around in bed. Puck went back and forth from me to my boyfriend to get the maximum amount of belly scratching. Then when my boyfriend got up to go make coffee, it was PLAYTIME. Attack Mom's face time. Attack Dad's foot and robe and be dragged around while Dad is talking on the phone. Bring all the toys into the kitchen and drop them at Mom's feet while she's making breakfast. Sheesh.

It's cute, but I honestly really can't wait until Puck grows up a little and (hopefully) calms down. I thought Chihuahuas were only supposed to be medium-energy dogs. I guess I lucked out and got one with a high-energy personality.

I finally found my epilator, which has been missing for about 2 1/2 months. I epilate because, frankly, the pain of it bothers me less than the pain and incessant itching I deal with when I shave. So today I epilated, which was five times as painful because it had been so long. Puck hid under the bed. Everytime I turned it off for a second, he came running out with his tail between his legs and started jumping on my back. Kinda like the vacuum, but weirder, I guess, huh, Puck?

Neat. MamaJChis lives in the close part of Tennessee. Maybe that means that Puck can get a playmate soon. Of course, I'll have to sell the idea to my roommates. That's the crappy thing about being a student, I guess, the necessity of roommates, and having to worry about their wishes.

This morning Puck was chewing on a pen. As usual. I can't even figure out where he gets them from. So he got a new rawhide.

Were Chihuahuas ever used for birding? He wants to chase birds more than anything else in the world.

I think we may have some new converts. My boyfriend's sister and her girlfriend are visiting and they are just in love with Puck. Chihuahuas are like a cold, they are contagious! But unlike a cold, you just can't get enough of them.

Puck has had a very good week. He got to go to work with me every single day, since my boyfriend's sister was in town and she wanted to play with him.

This morning he was curled up next to my boyfriend's stomach, but when I looked at him he was staring out the window with his ears twitching. Man, does he want to go outside. But I want to check my e-mail first. Then it's off to the Petsmart ...

Haha. My roommate just started petting him and said, "Aww, you're so cute, you feel like velvet."