Sunday, August 28, 2011

Watch out, Marley!

For those of you who don't know, we have a St. Bernard.  His name is Geno and he is almost a year and a half old and weighs somewhere in the neighborhood of 150 lbs.  He's named after Evgeni "Geno" Malkin from the Pittsburgh Penguins for 2 reasons.  One because when we first got him, he couldn't stand up on anything but carpet without his feet sliding out from under him, making it seem like he was trying to walk on ice all the time.  And two because Evgeni Malkin is my hubby's favorite player.

Here is a picture that I took of him recently.  Quite the tough life he has, huh?


Since we have had Geno, he has been quite the terror.  He has dug holes, eaten shoes, multiple Barbies (Monster High Dolls are his favorite), eaten the screen off of our screened in patio, chewed up baseboards, magazines, and some acrylic paints that my husband left out,  and so on and so forth.  Well about 6 months ago we moved into a new home.  A brand-spanking-new-we-built-it home.  Needless to say that after he destroyed so much stuff, we were a bit nervous about how he'd handle the new house.  Much to our surprise, for the most part, he did great.  Didn't chew up anything and seemed perfectly content to just sprawl out in the kitchen and sleep.  Perfect!  Then my husband went TDY for the first time.

And all hell broke loose.  He starting using the house as a bathroom (he had been house trained for months!), pulled things off the kitchen counters and destroyed them, (including a BRAND NEW car charger for my iPhone that was still in the box! He even ate the box!), dumped over the trash can....

Husband came home and he was great again.  This is a pattern that I wasn't real happy with because I was the one being stuck cleaning up all of his massive messes and because my husband travels very frequently with work,  it wasn't going to be letting up anytime soon.  So over the past few months, we've been working hard with him.  Setting very clear boundaries about what is acceptable behavior and what is not.  Low and behold, it was working.  We'd get home from work and Geno would just be sitting there wagging his tail instead of in the midst of mass destruction.  We considered that a small success.   This leads us up to this past week.  Well apparently the training all goes out the window as soon as my husband leaves.   I came home from work one day and a freshly baked cake that I had covered with foil and put up on our bar counter because Geno couldn't reach that, so I thought, was completely gone.  Foil and all.  Gone.  There was a smudge of frosting on the counter but that was it.  He ate it.  Our dog ate foil.  And he didn't even get sick!
The next day, he had a potty accident in the house and once again got up on the high counter and pulled down a package of small ponytail holders and demolished it along with some of the kids school papers that had come home the day before.  Houdini can get up on the bar height counter now and pull stuff off.  And he's exercising it daily.
I think he is starting to give Marley a run for his money.  Does that mean Hollywood is going to come knocking?  Please, please?!

Anyone want a St. Bernard?


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