Belatarr Hungarian Wirehaired Vizsla.

Should we have called her Chewie?

14/01/2009 at 07:02 Leave a comment

Puppy Sarcasm?

Let’s talk power chewing – God the power chewing. If it moves, chew it, if it doesn’t move, chew it, if it neither moves nor doesn’t move, chew it anyway, just to be safe.

When we first met Phoenix at three weeks old, the first thing she did when Tim sat in the welping box was to come over and chew his foot and it hasn’t stopped since.

Our favourite chewing episode was discovering the shredded front cover of  “The Power of Positive Training” in pieces, which must have been skilfully selected and then stolen while our backs were turned, in order to wreak a terrible hypodermic-tooth filled justice on it. Perhaps this is Phoenix’s first attempt at irony?

On the plus side, the plastic milk bottles come along brand new everyday, so it’s like an ongoing Christmas for Phoenix. Second to bottles are carrots; – busting with vitamin C and oh so crunchy.

Entry filed under: Phoenix, Training. Tags: carrots, chew, destruction, empty plastic milk bottle, Phoenix.