Day 3: Out Come the Teeth
Prison Yard violence, conjugal visits with a hedgehog, and chewing chewing chewing.
First things first. Puppy now has a name, and it’s Cardiff. I know of it as a town in Southern England that I’ve never been to (and yes, there is a Cardiff Castle), but apparently there’s also Cardiff by the Sea in Encinitas. We’ll have to visit the one down south, but I don’t know if she’ll ever make it to the one in the UK.
As for the time she’s putting in, we have an Exercise Pen (or Ex-Pen) in the living room with her crate and mats to provide an area she can be relatively safe without having to actually physically stop her from killing herself falling down stairs or chewing an electrical cord. She loves the pen! As long as it’s open and she can go in and out. Once the door closes, it’s a killing field where she shanks the other inmates (her stuffed animals). She’s particularly abusive to Rocky the Raccoon, maybe because of his shifty eyes. Helen the Hedgehog frequently gets dragged behind the crate in what I can only hope is consensual humping.
Cardiff is much more confident in her domain now, and has begun mouthing or outright chewing everything she’s ignored the past two days. Luring me into a false sense of security with her prior docile playacting, she’s now chewing on the kitchen dining room set she was content to lay beneath just a day before. I think she’s just testing her teeth out, but she was really trying to get the foil off a bottle of wine on the lowest portion of the wine rack too. It’s not like it’s a spectacular vintage or anything, just a $10 bottle of dinner wine.
Pictures abound, but they’re all while she’s asleep and otherwise looking innocent. She’s darling, but they don’t convey the violence she’s capable of.