You Call Him What?!?!

I'm going to do a follow up post on my boy Buck.  If you are new to my blog, then you might want to read past posts to get yourself up to speed.

My "little boy" is now 10 months old.  He is about 30 inches tall and weighs 90 pounds.  He is so big, that I have to keep reminding myself that he is still a puppy.  

He has been a very good boy the last few months, so I haven't felt the need to post about him like I did when I first got him.

Now, he still destroys the house when I leave, so he(and Taylor) are now relegated to the backyard when I am gone.  Poor Taylor, she probably gives him a doggie earful when this happens.  She doesn't like to be outside, she likes to be inside.

I can imagine the dog dialog when they are put outside.

Taylor:  Damnit Buck!  Would you stop ripping shit to pieces when momma leaves!  I don't like it out here.

Buck:  I sawry Taylor, but I still a puppy and puppies rip stuff up.

Taylor: I don't give a shit what you are!  Knock it off!

I did make the mistake of trusting him the other day and left them in the house for about an hour.

I came home to find styrofoam and clingwrap on the floor.   I was perplexed as to what exactly he had gotten into.  I thought he had been nosing through the trash, but then I realized where this came from.

There was a pound of hamburger on the kitchen counter that had been put out to thaw.  I completely forgot about it, but Buck found it and ate the whole pound of raw hamburger!

So, now when I leave, it's outside time.

My sister came up with a good nickname for him after that incident...Hambuger Helper.

The next thing he does, is not puppy, it's something I've noticed most dogs do when exposed to it.

He eats horse poop.  I take him and Taylor out with me when I can to take care of my horse. They love it out there.  But every time, he finds a pile of semi-fresh poo and begins to eat it.  I've tried to get him to stop, but to no avail.  But honestly, it's just hay and grain right, so what's the big deal?

He was out with me yesterday and the man that owns the property where I board my horse asked me where Buck was.  

I said,  "He's around the corner eating poop."

Scott gave me a funny look like I had just told him that I eat poop and said, "Really?"  I think he was surprised by my matter -of- factness.

He walks around the corner, sees buck chowing down on a pile of poop and says, "Huh."

I've told him that I can't stop him, so I might as well just let him, otherwise I'd spend the time out there chasing after him and yelling at him to stop.

So, it's just easier this way.

We resume talking and after a while Buck comes up to me to be pet and I call him by his new nickname.

I say, "Well, hello shit lips."

Scott begins to laugh until he bends down to pet Buck and says, "Wow, his breath does smell like shit."

Duh.  

Hence the new nickname.  So, from now on in my posts, if I refer to "shit lips" you'll know who I'm talking about.  Taylor is a very good dog, she doesn't do anything to warrant nicknames.

So I have to say, if all he's doing now is getting a little extra protein in his diet, then I'm a happy dog momma.