We're now going for ... not our first... not our second... but our third leash replacement! I have to say, I've been extremely happy with the lifetime guarantee offered by Lupine. It's so easy! I just ship them the old leash with a note telling them my address, and then they very promptly send me a replacement. I pay less than $2 to ship the old chewed up leash back to them. I highly recommend Lupine! (I feel obligated to give them some free advertising, since this is our third replacement.) You can also buy Lupine products through the Midwest Shiba Inu Rescue shop.
"Why so much chewing?" you might ask.
Well, Jujube isn't much of a puller. She might give you a couple tugs to indicate where she wants to go, but she won't really pull much. Instead, she'll start chewing on the leash. So if you're not paying attention to her, and not headed in the direction she wants to go in, then she'll be secretly and patiently working her way to freedom. She also has the bad habit of immediately chewing on her leash as soon as it is put on her. What can I say? The girl likes her freedom.
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Jujube, the Chewer
It wasn't that long ago that I needed a new leash for Jujube. Here we go again! Good thing Lupine has a lifetime guarantee.

Oh, and apparently, we can't leave the watermelon on the floor. We're certain it's Jujube. When we give her watermelon, she eats through the rind and everything. And when we had only Loki, we could safely leave the watermelon on the floor all the time. Now it has to be put up on the counter.

Oh, and apparently, we can't leave the watermelon on the floor. We're certain it's Jujube. When we give her watermelon, she eats through the rind and everything. And when we had only Loki, we could safely leave the watermelon on the floor all the time. Now it has to be put up on the counter.
Chewed leash
Last Thursday, I just got into the office when my cell phone rings. It's Yun. It was his turn to take the dogs out for their morning walk/run. No call means no news, and no news is good news. So, something must be wrong.
He tells me the day began as usual when he set out for their morning walk/run. Then all of a sudden he notices that something is amiss as he wonders, why is Jujube so far ahead of me?
Oh no! The leash broke. Yep, she has a bad habit of chewing on her leash that we have not corrected. Luckily they were not by any major streets and Yun was able to catch her when she decided to go pee for awhile.
Lupine leashes are not indestructible. I will have to dig up the information about how to get my replacement from them. They have a lifetime warranty for this sort of thing.
Shibas are excellent escape artists.
He tells me the day began as usual when he set out for their morning walk/run. Then all of a sudden he notices that something is amiss as he wonders, why is Jujube so far ahead of me?
Oh no! The leash broke. Yep, she has a bad habit of chewing on her leash that we have not corrected. Luckily they were not by any major streets and Yun was able to catch her when she decided to go pee for awhile.
Lupine leashes are not indestructible. I will have to dig up the information about how to get my replacement from them. They have a lifetime warranty for this sort of thing.
Shibas are excellent escape artists.
Why my underwear?
Since we got Jujube (and mind you, this has been less than a month), I've lost not one, not two, but FIVE pairs of underwear to her chewing. FIVE! MY underwear. Not Yun's. Definitely nothing of his. Not socks. Not pants. Nothing else in the entire laundry basket is disturbed. Only my underwear!
Boo...
I'm going to have to shop for a hamper with a lid this weekend.
Boo...
I'm going to have to shop for a hamper with a lid this weekend.
More chewing
Loki ate my test page
I sold my old printer on Craigslist today. I wanted to bring proof that the printer was working by printing a test page. The standard Windows test page shows the date and time of the print and the name of the printer. After I printed my test page, I proceeded to box up the printer. With the printer sealed in its original box, I just needed to grab the test page and I was ready to meet the buyer. ...
Oh no! Loki ate a hole right in the middle of my test page.
Sigh! Too late for a new test page. I gave the buyer the half eaten one.
Oh no! Loki ate a hole right in the middle of my test page.
Sigh! Too late for a new test page. I gave the buyer the half eaten one.
The worst kind of destruction
So far, I've always said that Loki's not really destructive. He's never chewed up any of our shoes. All of our furniture is intact. He's only ever destroyed paper. Luckily, they were of no importance anyways. And he's chewed on our remote controls, which still work just fine. Thus, in light of the fact the he's been perfectly potty trained since the end of June and that he's not very destructive, we don't usually crate him at night.
This morning, I found the worst kind of destruction.

Very luckily for us, these cords were connected to the light switch, which was turned off. We're so very glad and lucky that Loki is perfectly fine. Unfortunately, he really does not understand that he did anything wrong. Don't you ever wish you could just talk to your dog?
Here's our hypothesis of why. Because we wanted to sleep in on Sunday, we prepared his breakfast the night before and put it in his exercise pen, where he always takes his meals. This way, all we had to do was open the bedroom door in the morning, he could go eat his breakfast, and we could go back to sleep.
Last night, we put him to bed with us in the bedroom as usual. But the problem was the he knew that there was food in his ex-pen. He whined the entire night and pawed at the door. I got up at 5am, thinking that maybe, just maybe, he had to go pee. But no, he bolted right for the food. He knew it was there. I brought him back to the bedroom, but he continued whining and scratching at the door until 7:30am (breakfast time). So our hypothesis is that he chewed up the cords out of frustration.
Having breakfast ready was a terrible idea that we won't ever try again. He's never even showed an inkling of an interest in any cords before, so it had to be this particular situation. I guess, it's back to no more sleeping in on the weekends for me.
This morning, I found the worst kind of destruction.
Here's our hypothesis of why. Because we wanted to sleep in on Sunday, we prepared his breakfast the night before and put it in his exercise pen, where he always takes his meals. This way, all we had to do was open the bedroom door in the morning, he could go eat his breakfast, and we could go back to sleep.
Last night, we put him to bed with us in the bedroom as usual. But the problem was the he knew that there was food in his ex-pen. He whined the entire night and pawed at the door. I got up at 5am, thinking that maybe, just maybe, he had to go pee. But no, he bolted right for the food. He knew it was there. I brought him back to the bedroom, but he continued whining and scratching at the door until 7:30am (breakfast time). So our hypothesis is that he chewed up the cords out of frustration.
Having breakfast ready was a terrible idea that we won't ever try again. He's never even showed an inkling of an interest in any cords before, so it had to be this particular situation. I guess, it's back to no more sleeping in on the weekends for me.
Paper shredder
Who needs a paper shredder when you have a dog?
Instead of always locking Loki up in the exercise pen when we are gone, I've been slowly moving towards leaving him alone with free reign of the apartment when we are gone. I leave him alone for up to 1.5 hrs. with free reign.
Today, I was only gone for half an hour. When I came home, he brought the shredded advertisement to me. He seemed so proud. It's hard to teach him otherwise, because he's not normally destructive when we are home.
Today, I was only gone for half an hour. When I came home, he brought the shredded advertisement to me. He seemed so proud. It's hard to teach him otherwise, because he's not normally destructive when we are home.
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