Pogo is well named (it is the name he came with). The other possible name would be Jumpin' Jack Flash!
I went home at lunch today to care for Stanley and what greeted my eyes when I walked into the kitchen??? Garbage everywhere!!!
Pogo had gotten up on the kitchen counter top. YES, you read that right. A little short-*ssed dachshund, with 3 inch front legs somehow got himself up onto the kitchen counter top. The garbage bag that was hanging from the upper cabinet handle was in shreds. A full can of dog food had been knocked off the counter into Stanley's pen. Thank goodness it did not hit him on the head! A cookbook loaned to me by a co-worker was on the floor but not chewed. We won't talk about the rest of the eeeewww that scattered from h*ll to breakfast, nor the last 3 tea biscuits that no longer exist.
I know that Pogo is guilty party as he had the handle of a plastic grocery bag around his neck. Valentin is a garbage picker too, but he limits himself to what he can reach on his hind legs. Don't forget that Pogo has 3 loaves of bread to his "credit" (from the kitchen counter top).
The guilty party is now contemplating his sins in a crate in the middle of the kitchen floor for the afternoon. I am not taking bets that he will be inside the crate when I get home.
I really don't want to ex-pen them in the basement during the work day, but I am hard pressed to come up with another solution. I don't want to crate him on an ongoing basis, because if I can't get home at lunch for any reason, he will have to go 8 hours without access to pee pads or water.
Oh yeah, I got a locking garbage can. I came home to find the bag shredded in the middle of the kitchen floor and the can still locked !!!
Maybe his new name should be Pogo-stick-Jumpin'-Jack-Houdini.
Happy Bark Day Mamma!!!
2 days ago