Never trust a Frenchie
Bunny and Mae having a girl fight
Sean and I grow increasingly concerned about Bunny. She seems to have learned some rather unsavory habits over the last month or so – specifically, she’s becoming an unrepentent kleptomaniac. At one time, she was content to simply shred anything plastic she could get her hands on. Now, however, shredding isn’t good enough – she has to steal items, and then bury them underneath her, in her bed. Bunny then perches on top of her hoard of purloined booty, looking angelic and shrugging adorably when we shriek “Bunny! Where the hell is the satellite remote control??”.
Life with circus dogs is always a challenge, a point proven to me yesterday, when I discovered Bunny sitting next to my computer. On my desk. She had either gotten there via my rolling desk chair, or possibly by levitation, a feat I do not put past her. Personally, I suspect she was browsing on line shopping sites, likely because I had stupidly left my credit card sitting in front of the monitor. Well played, Bun Bun.
Later in the evening, Sean found her on the end table next to the sofa, where she was either in the process of attempting to turn on the lamp, or stealing all the lightbulbs.
It’s sad to see a good dog go so very bad, but it’s hardly surprising in a French Bulldog. Some of the hardest cases have even resorted to sled jacking. Next stop, dealing cat nip outside kitty shelters….
Bacon, the Frenchie who took over a year to learn how to jump on a couch (too lazy, I’m thinking) can’t be left in a room with food if there is any way imaginable he can get to it. Once I could leave it on my tray table and push the tray table away from the couch. But Ol’ Pork Belly figured out that he can still get close enough to knock it off the tray table, even if he can’t eat off the tray table.
If he could speak, he would swear under oath that he hasn’t been fed since we brought him home. Since that was August ’08, you can evaluate that yourself.
Oddly enough, the only thing that Bunny is NOT stealing at the moment is food. She’s on a (hopefully pregnancy induced) hunger strike. We feed her, she sniffs it, and then shoves the bowl into her bed, down underneath all the blankets and TV remotes and stray shoes and socks. Then she hovers on top of it nervously, worried that one of the other dogs will steal it when she’s not looking. Which they would, given a chance.
I love all bulldogs and I think Frenchies are adorable! You have some cute dogs there! I own a Victorian Bulldogge and he loves to steal anything he can! We have to constantly keep an eye on him because of this.
The problem with “Hercules” is that when he steals, he chews it up! So we make sure to keep all important items picked up lol!