when I was a kid- pretty much a toddler- we had this dog named Mooky. Mooky was a beagle from the pound. (not a rescue, an actual pound.)
Mooky was a total fucker. He’d escape and go running across the neighborhood and the not-as-yet-developed lots behind our house.
Mooky also hated people. I was the only person that dog tolerated. (and I was like 4 or so… so, like yeah. I wasn’t gonna train him.)
Other shenanigans were destroying 3 sets of curtains, escaping at night to go play with the coyotes (and by ‘play’, Mooky liked to pick fights with them.) Another time, mom had bought a pound of expensive, hand crafted, chocolate truffles. Ultra-dark. Yeah. Mooky didn’t die. that dog was indestructible. He did leave a giant diueretic shit behind the couch that was about the size and shape of one of a giant hersey’s kiss. (About as big around as a dinner plate.)
How indestructable was that incredibly vexxing asshole, you ask? One day I was being babysat by a neighbor. I had gotten into the backyard and came across a rattler (southern CA. lots of undeveloped land.) That dog showed up got bit twice and still didn’t die. He died at a nice, cantankerous age of probably twelve to fifteen.
Was Mooky a bad dog? just a misunderstood asshole. All I’m gonna say is you never saw him and BatDog in the same place.
You had a beagle who was immune to chocolate, too? So did I, when I was a kid. Mine ate an entire gift box of Godiva chocolates, after snatching it right out from under the Christmas tree in the middle of the night. Insofar as I can tell they had no effect on the little bastard whatsoever.
We found the wrappers for each chocolate glued to the floor in the morning, because he’s licked them nearly geometrically flat against the floorboards.
My childhood beagle was just sleep and eat anything in sight chocolate, onions, chicken carcass, drywall, anything that would physically fit in her mouth or not.
Never tried escaping but figured out childlocks to the trash bin.
lived well past what anyone expected (21F).
He also figured out the trash bin locks. Mooky was a rapscallion, to be sure. Once, he ate a second wedding cake.
Yes. You read that right. My mom had baked a wedding cake for a friend. He ate that. She baked a second. He ate that. Baked a third, and had it locked up at the friends place.
when I was a kid- pretty much a toddler- we had this dog named Mooky. Mooky was a beagle from the pound. (not a rescue, an actual pound.)
Mooky was a total fucker. He’d escape and go running across the neighborhood and the not-as-yet-developed lots behind our house.
Mooky also hated people. I was the only person that dog tolerated. (and I was like 4 or so… so, like yeah. I wasn’t gonna train him.)
Other shenanigans were destroying 3 sets of curtains, escaping at night to go play with the coyotes (and by ‘play’, Mooky liked to pick fights with them.) Another time, mom had bought a pound of expensive, hand crafted, chocolate truffles. Ultra-dark. Yeah. Mooky didn’t die. that dog was indestructible. He did leave a giant diueretic shit behind the couch that was about the size and shape of one of a giant hersey’s kiss. (About as big around as a dinner plate.)
How indestructable was that incredibly vexxing asshole, you ask? One day I was being babysat by a neighbor. I had gotten into the backyard and came across a rattler (southern CA. lots of undeveloped land.) That dog showed up got bit twice and still didn’t die. He died at a nice, cantankerous age of probably twelve to fifteen.
Was Mooky a bad dog? just a misunderstood asshole. All I’m gonna say is you never saw him and BatDog in the same place.
You had a beagle who was immune to chocolate, too? So did I, when I was a kid. Mine ate an entire gift box of Godiva chocolates, after snatching it right out from under the Christmas tree in the middle of the night. Insofar as I can tell they had no effect on the little bastard whatsoever.
We found the wrappers for each chocolate glued to the floor in the morning, because he’s licked them nearly geometrically flat against the floorboards.
Mooky is a great name though.
My childhood beagle was just sleep and eat anything in sight chocolate, onions, chicken carcass, drywall, anything that would physically fit in her mouth or not. Never tried escaping but figured out childlocks to the trash bin. lived well past what anyone expected (21F).
Oh yeah. Food was not safe around him.
In hindsight, that may have been why he liked me.
He also figured out the trash bin locks. Mooky was a rapscallion, to be sure. Once, he ate a second wedding cake.
Yes. You read that right. My mom had baked a wedding cake for a friend. He ate that. She baked a second. He ate that. Baked a third, and had it locked up at the friends place.
One time she at a small hole in the top of a pizza box and ate the whole pizza inside
hehe. Yeah. That’s a lot of effort to being sneaky.