Abby, our 7 month old boxer, continues to be a joy and has made herself right at home. I swear she’s more fun to watch than TV. I don’t know what it is about boxers, but they have such wonderful personalities. All they want is to be with their “people”. I know my Dad and Aunt Jean would probably say German Shepard dogs are the best and superior to any other breed, but there’s just something about a boxer.
We bought Abby a crate and attempted to crate train her a few months ago, for the rare times we needed to leave her in the house alone. I bought treats that she only got when we put her in the crate, but she’s so smart that when she would see me getting the treats she would go hide under my bed. Ever tried getting a 40something pound (solid muscle) dog out from under the bed? Not the best scenario. We tried putting her in the laundry room, but crate and laundry room had the same result. Severe separation anxiety that came with massive drooling (I mean puddles of drool), vomiting, etc. We could just smell the fear when we would walk back in the house. (Keep in mind the longest time frame that she’s been left home alone is about 3 hours) Needless to say, the crate is now collecting dust and taking up space in the garage.
Gracie, our boxer that passed away a few years ago, always did better left out in the house than when she was in her crate, so we figured even though Abby is still a puppy, we’d try it out and see how it went. Starting off for just an hour at a time. She did really well, much better than being in her crate. As long as we made sure all the doors to the bedrooms and bathrooms were closed, and anything that she might find chewable was out of reach, we felt pretty comfortable leaving her out. But you know, it’s amazing what dogs try to chew up. Especially when they are upset that you’ve left them alone longer than they think you should.
Monday I had to take Hannah to the doctor because for the third time in three months she’d gotten strep. It was too warm to take Abby with us and leave her in the car, so I put anything chewable on the kitchen table, in the middle of the table as to not be a temptation for Abby, gave her a treat, and headed out. We were gone a little longer than hoped since we had to run a few errands and wait for Hannah’s medicine. When I walked into the laundry room from the garage I saw a sheet of coupons that had been on the table, but somehow made its way under the door from the kitchen. I knew that was a bad sign. When I walked in the kitchen, there was a trail of paper leading through the kitchen, into the living room, where I found this….
The kitchen table was almost totally cleaned off. She had even dragged Hannah’s back pack into the living room and managed to take our her binder and her school library book out of the almost zipped up back pack. The binder was completely torn up (thankfully I had a replacement), and the edges of the library book had been chewed. Zale and I had played the Phase 10 card game the night before, I think Abby was jealous that she couldn’t play too and decided she’d eat some the cards instead. What was really puzzling was the oranges that had been taken out of the fruit bowl and were scattered around. The bowl was in the middle of the table, and only a few had been disturbed. It took a few minutes for the girls and I to clean up the mess. I needed to sweep anyway. Boxers are so cute and have such lovable expressions and personalities, that it’s really hard to stay upset with them for long. She was quickly forgiven!
Fast forward to yesterday. Hannah missed school Monday and Tuesday, so she had lots of makeup work to do. We were sitting at the kitchen table sorting through the work when Abby started making her presence known. She really wanted to play and started nudging me with her muzzle and prancing around the kitchen. I gave her a couple of pats and told her to go lay down. That was not what she wanted to hear. She made a couple more laps around the kitchen and then got quiet. I didn’t look, but figured she went to the living room to lay down. So imagine my shock and surprise when all of a sudden she’s on the kitchen table. Maybe she thinks she’s a cat? I think she even surprised herself. My first thought was to get her off the table, my second thought was that I was very glad we invested in a 5 foot fence instead of 4 foot, and my third thought was, “Well, now I know how she got to the oranges”.










