Ralphie, what am I going to do with you? I am going to have to call you Ralphie the BAD Basset.
He received his new collar today, the gecko pattern from Lupine Pet. They have a total replacement guarantee for the lifetime of the collar. And they mean it even if it gets chewed. So we are going to test that today, Ralphie says.
Chloe the Smelly Basset wouldn't let him play with any of her toys today. And I have stated before, ALL toys belong to Chloe. He would pick up one, she would attack him and take it. He found another, she attacked and stole the toy. She doesn't bite but she sure does sound vicious. I intervened and allowed him to have one toy in the room with me, while she pouted in her bed surrounded by at least 15 toys.
I thought it was over until we started out on our walk tonight. Chloe's leash was chewed ALMOST through. Like when the mob wanted to get rid of a dirty rat, they would slice the brake lines ALMOST all the way through, yeah, like that.
This would have been the scenario: Out for a walk, a pleasurable walk, when we turn on to Woodland Ridge. The cars go faster there since it is the through street in our subdivision. As Chloe the Smelly Basset stretches her leash to the end to catch a great smell in the neutral ground, POP! the leash breaks and out into the street she goes. And of course she goes with nose down, not looking at the car coming until she is like the proverbial Armadillo In The Headlights........wham.....smoosh.........problem solved.
Yeah, Ralphie, I will have to look at your differently now. You may be smarter than you are letting on. Conniving smart, you dirty dog