Captain Destructo
in Giggles on March 4, 2015
So, I had this really interesting thing happen last week, and I was totally going to tell all three people that read this blog about it…but then I remembered that I couldn’t properly relay the impact and gravity of last week’s situation until I fully introduce you to the underlying culprit behind all of the antics.
Meet Charley: a.k.a. Captain Destructo
Isn’t she sweet? This picture was taken on June 25, 2014. That was the day I and my three kids drove to Dallas/Ft. Worth to pick up this precious, fluffy, polar bear wanna-be. Charley is a white Golden Retriever. Our family lost our first Golden, Gracie, a few months before this picture was taken, at the age of twelve. So, naturally I went on the hunt for a new fur-baby. That’s when I located Charley-girl. Did you know that when adopting a thorough bred dog, the adoption process is almost a rigorous as adopting a human child! The paperwork was six pages long! I had three one-hour phone calls with the breeder. I was surprised that I did not need to provide references, although I’m almost certain I was being followed by a PI just to be sure I was nice to children, the elderly, and other animals.
Having a large breed puppy in the house is an experience that every household should experience. Charley was not a barker as baby; nor is she a barker now. In fact, her “big girl” bark scares even her. She was not a particularly dedicated chewer. All of my shoes, the children’s shoes and Jeff’s possessions were safe. Charley’s special talent is digging.
To Charley, my backyard appears to be the very manifestation of the deepest jungle playground of the Amazon. Something primal takes hold of her inner dog, and she must dig, dig, dig to the very bowels of the earth to fetch out and retrieve whatever the earth has stolen from us. She digs under the Palm trees that have been standing in the backyard for fifteen years. She has uprooted banana trees. She eats rocks. Through all of her adventures, her beautiful white fluffy coat, mattes and turns to solid black. Of course re-landscaping is hot and hard work, so she must cool off. What better place to relax, rest, and become refreshed?
My pool.
Now, my dirty dog has become a muddy dog. My clean pool has turned into a grime-filled pond of sorts. My patio, that was once clean, is now paw-print laced and muddied. And my poor plants that lined the outside edges of the patio have uprooted themselves in attempt to be spared the indignity of being ripped to shreds and eaten by Captain Destructo! I wish I could say that over the last ten months she has learned to control some of those urges…but alas…no. Thankfully, her cuteness literally saves her tail!
Here’s hoping your day is Destructo-free!!
Dallas