Pampu II

Yesterday, we bought Pampu his very first leash at Robinson's so we can tie him up whenever we leave the house. He has this tendency of slipping out of the gate when no one's around. There's a small space on the lower part of the gate where he usually squeezes himself out.

There are of course other factors why we decided it would be better to tie him up.
Pampu has this unusual habit of shitting anywhere on the garage, especially on parts where we're most likely to step on them, so we decided we might be able to contain his shitting on a particular garage corner, the safest for all of us. And since he can't help chewing on things, like slippers, papers, electric cords, including certain body parts (i.e. toes, hands, ankles, soles) we thought we can help him become more disciplined and train him to act a little more - civilized.

With all these things in mind, we thought that we should tie him up the whole night so we can start training him. At first, he cried so we let him loose several times until we got tired of his whining, we let him sleep without tying him up.

This morning,we tied him up to keep him from the streets. At first, there were his usual whining which we tried to ignore. Then, suddenly, he got quiet. That made us smile. We thought, he's gotten used to it after trying it out several times last night.

But, when I took the stairs to get my coffee, there he was right at the foot of the stair! He was looking at me on the eye, seemingly with a smirk on his face to show off his chewed leash! He was able to chew that in more or less 30 minutes!

I was quite surprised that he was able to chew that in such a short time. I should be checking those teeth sometime, they must work like razors. Though I was a little annoyed about what he did with his newly-brought leash, I must admit that I'm quite happy he's a clever dog. And maybe, tying him up wasn't such a good idea, after all.

Yup, tying him up with a cheap leash won't do. Chains, maybe. Hehe.

Pampu

First, he tried to eat my fifty-peso bill. Then he took my keys, ran into a corner and kept on chewing them and would have probably eaten all of it if I wasn't able to find him on time and snatch the keys away.

And just a few hours ago? He vomitted right in my supplies box! Of all places where he could have done it, he found it sweeter to vomit on my stuff! Just imagine how my stuff stinks and how much patience I have mustered so I would not throw him away.

He doesn't look cute, no. Though one housemate claims he is. He is far from it. He chews on everything and since three days ago, he has been aiming to destroy my things. He probably hates me.

I did try to love him. And tried to like him. I decided that I can love his brown eyes and brown hair. I decided that if he would act nicely, I can probably look after him and make sure he doesn't fall on the stairs again (thanks to a housemate who chase him to the stairs).

But, just now, I'm having second thoughts. He still has to prove himself before he can earn my love, or at least my favor.

And, oh, for now, he's not welcome anywhere near my stuff. Not within a kilometer, at least. Hmp.

Dogs.