Some Kind of Crazy

There's a whole lot of crazy that comes from living with Gunny Man. As if we didn't already have enough of that around here. Gunny Man is . . . ahem, special. 

He has lots of quirks.

When we first brought him home, we put him to bed at night in his crate, in our room next to our bed. We put him in the crate to ensure there were no potty accidents, and that we didn't wake up on the floor because he had eaten our bed. He loves him some wood, that's for sure.

Well, we took his crate away a couple months ago and gave him a little rug. He liked that just fine until recently. He has taken to army crawling his way under our bed to sleep. There isn't a lot of space under there, hence the army crawl. He thinks it's quite cozy, and I'll let him stay as long as he promises not to eat the extra leaf to our kitchen table that's under there. It's wood, so you'll understand if I'm a little nervous.

Since Gunny likes to chew so much, we buy him dog toys constantly. Every time we go to the store, we come home with a new toy for him. He's so spoiled.

I think it has helped some with his chewing, although Peanut Head would probably disagree with me. Gunny has completely ripped out Peanut Head's drip system, yanked out all the weed cloth in the planting beds, eaten the sandbox cover, eaten the wood rails off the wagon, and ripped out and eaten all of the dog deterrent fencing that Peanut Head installed around his raised gardening beds.  I'm sure he's so glad he bothered with that fencing.

Anyway, my point was going to be that Gunny's chewing also extends to his toys. I brought home this CEE-UTE little Hedge Hog the other day, and within 20 minutes Gunny had ripped off his face.

Literally.

I'm thinking it takes some talent to extricate the face so perfectly.

Peanut Head gave Gunny Man a stern lecture about taking proper care of his toys.

And Gunny listened intently for about 20 seconds. Then he jumped onto Peanut Head's lap and gave him a kiss with lots of tongue. I would have taken a picture of that, except he launched off me and knocked me over.

I was still getting up.

We discovered recently that Gunny is quite alarmed by the sprinkler. He barks at it incessantly, chases the spray, and bites the sprinkler head over and over and over again. Our neighbors love us.

Who needs a Neti Pot when you can give yourself a nasal enema in the comfort of your very own backyard?

It takes care of ear wax build up too.

And toothbrushing.

I found some similar pictures of Stinkerbell as a baby. She was pretty curious about the sprinkler for awhile too.

Thankfully she never barked at it.

She did learn about cause and effect though--something I'm not sure Gunny will ever get.