Peeping Dan

Forget peeping tom. The latest offender in the Chew family is Danny. He hasn't been charged as he is still a minor.

The scene of the crime is the ground floor bathroom.

His favourite victim? Mum.

Background info: When we can't keep an eye on him, we normally leash Danny to the railing near the balcony. We give him a fairly long leash which allows him to reach the bathroom door. Which brings me to yesterday.

I came home to find mum complaining about the dog having loose morals. It turns out that in the last week, every time mum uses the bathroom, Danny would er... interfere. Even though she takes care to close the door properly, Danny has managed to figure out certain "pressure points" to effectively nudge it open.

Once it is slightly ajar, he would poke his face round the corner and peek in all curious-like with the "so whatcha' doing in there?" look. Mum would shout at him to go away, but Danny is one dog that is oblivious to screams.

After several encounters, mum has now taken to walking all the way upstairs when she needs to go.

"Whatcha doin'?"

Sweet Thief

A description of schnauzers in a dog encyclopedia states that they are not fussy eaters. Danny takes this to a whole new level. Danny eats everything...even things that no dog in his right mind would like.

His most recent discovery are ginger sweets. And I'm not even talking about sweets with a hint of ginger; I'm talking eyes watering, mouth on fire ginger sweets.

I found a box of those in the pharmacy and bought them for mum. They were chewy too which mum absolutely loves. She put them in her bag and placed the bag on the stairs while she went to get something.

When she returned she found this:

Front view

Back view

Danny had fished it out of her bag, torn the box open, and was finishing up his second sweet by the time she found him. Each sweet is individually wrapped and the wierdest thing is that he had carefully removed the wrapper before consumption.

Still, he was kind enough to leave a few behind for us. All I could stomach was one, and I could feel it burning in my mouth.

I'm surprised he wasn't sick after that.

Yipes! Time flies!

Goodness! It's been two weeks since my last post! I've been extremely busy, busy, busy with work, finishing up Spanish class, doing up my brother's guest book for his wedding, and recording the song I wrote for him and future wife. I've also been working on some new songs. No idea what in the world I'll do with them, but it's been good fun!

Danny's been up to more rubbish. You know, the funny thing is that when I first held Danny at the shop, I called him a silly rubbish dog. It was a term I used on Chass when he was deperately trying all ways and means to get attention. Danny, however, appears to have taken the term quite literally.

He's learnt how to open the lid of the kitchen bin with his nose, and fish out whatever smells good. He will then carry it to wherever we are sitting and gnaw it in front of us. Humph. Show-Off.

Now whenever things are a little too quiet, we'll drop everything and head to the kitchen.

We need a taller bin.