That’s how you describe Rangos character.
He chews on our couch. Which might be expected since he’s a puppy and all. But honestly? He’s the first who’s done that. Chewing couch. All the other four has chewed on other things. Chewing bones have been their favorite – pfft, that’s to lame for Rango. Takes too long and isn’t interesting enough for any long term enjoyment. And the small ones he just engulfs, poof and they’re gone! And he’s at it again, terrorizing our poor couch. Its starting to look more and more ragged, and he’s only been at it for about a week.
I suspect how this will end, but I’m hoping for a better outcome. Call me naive. He loves to steal my clothes too. Doesn’t matter that I’ve “secured” them behind a fence. He just pushes it, and sticks his snout in between the bars and grabs whatever he can get his mouth on, and pull. Then he shakes his “prey” fiercely, like a damn alligator would. “What, noooo. You can’t have that – fucking hell!” – So? Grrrmmmrwhoomrrgrr… Not… Letting… Go… Pull.. Pull.. Pull.. I stick my fingers in his mouth to finally, if I’m quick enough, remove the “prey” from him. He doesn’t care and just trotts away to find something else to kill. Usually the couch as soon as I turn my back on him….
Running around like a devils whirlwind is no problem at all for this crazed thing. Ears licked to the back of his head. Big and deranged eyes with the whites showing staring straight forwards. And then he just bolts. Sliding over the floors as fast as he can. Bumps into walls and whatnot. WHO CARES?! Says Rango and takes off at an even faster pace. One of the other dogs gets in his way. WHO CARES?! Says Rango and climbs over them, or slides under their bellies. Shin growls out in a “what the hell are you doing you little shit” when Rango crashes into him – but no one ever listens to Shin. Rango included.
We already got a couple of gates in our home, to keep the dogs out, or in. Depending on the situation. First thing he did was learning how to jump over them, and crawl under them. So I tied some fence pieces to the gate, firstly to make it higher, and secondly to stop him from crawling out. He soon learned how to crawl under it anyway. So I tied another fence to the gate, but on its opposite side. That one he couldn’t get around. Instead he started to look up. Figured out that if he jumped onto the fence he could bend it. MY GOD! I then tided another fence piece on the opposite side of the gate. So far he haven’t been able to get out that way. But when he gets a little bit older I’m sure he’ll figure out how to climb it. Whenever he’s unhappy about not conquering this obstacle he grabs the fence, growls and whines, shrieks and growls some more. Shaking and pulling on it. He’s not panicked or anything like that. I’m quite sure it’s his way of giving me the finger. lol.
Last but not least (well there’s more) he decided that Johan is his personal chewing toy. This is extremely funny to watch. Hilarious. Johan is less entertained though, haha. Puppy fangs are sharp. And Rango is quick as a lightning and squirms like a snake. It’s almost impossible to evade him when he’s in that mood. Johan screams in pain and Rango get spurred on, since it’s so damn funny. Hehe. Oh well. He’ll stop with that behavior eventually. In that regard all four have been terrible at that age with biting.
But hey. At least he’s housebroken!
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