Our new puppy Wreck has chosen Alex to be the center of his universe. This honorary position, while flattering, has caused Alex no little trouble. He doesn’t remember when our other dogs were puppies. He remembers the dogs that were trained to come when called, walked nicely on a leash, and were perfectly happy napping next to you on the sofa. Wreck doesn’t do any of those things.
Right now, Wreck’s favorite activity is picking up shoes and carrying them from place to place. He doesn’t chew on them; he just carries them around the house. Luckily for the rest of us, he prefers Alex’s shoes. Alex owns 3 pairs of flip flops, a pair of slippers, a pair of canvas boaters, 2 pairs of athletic shoes, and a pair of black dress shoes. This morning he couldn’t find 2 shoes that matched. I’m sure he was late for school.
I have been trying to put an end to this particular habit. However, the boy simply will not put his shoes away in his closed closet the way the rest of us do. Since I have been asking him to do this for 17 years now, I guess it’s time to stop beating my head against the wall. I suspect that it will be easier to train the puppy not to touch the shoes. I’ll get right on that as soon as the sight of the 10-pound toy poodle dragging Alex’s size 12’s around the living room no longer makes me laugh. It may be a while.