Today I have more dog memories to share with you! A couple of years after we got married, my husband and I decided we should get a dog. We had no children so we spent some Sunday mornings leisurely eating breakfast at the local diner browsing through the newspaper for a breeder. We had researched and decided on getting a Spinone Italiano. The books we read had only good things to say about them and we thought they were cute. We finally found a breeder with puppies, drove for a couple of hours and picked out our puppy. He was the only one of the litter that kept trying to escape. We named him Bart. We happily brought our new puppy home, in love with him from the start. We put up a gate and set up the kitchen with a nice cozy bed for him and papers for him to do his business on, and we went to bed. He started crying and howling and continued FOR THE ENTIRE NIGHT. Oh, and for the entire next night also. The third night, my husband was beside himself with sleep deprivation and decided we would sleep at his parent’s house and leave our precious puppy at home! The fourth night, following my mom’s advice, we discovered that if Bart was in the same room with us, he was fine. No more kitchen crying!
Bart turned out to be a very high maintenance dog. He needed to be with us. If we left he did anything and everything to escape the house, including chewing mouldings and walls that were around doors and any furniture that he felt was in the way. He pulled things off the counter and ate them, edible or not. He once got my sewing basket off of a high shelf in the living room and ate the pin cushion, pins and all. He could destroy anything, but he was indestructible. We built an outdoor pen for him with 6 ft. high fences. He climbed the fence and escaped, several times. We added a roof to the pen. He climbed the fence, squeezed his way between the roof and the fence wall and his collar got stuck. A friend of ours stopped by while we were gone for the day and discovered Bart hanging on the fence by his collar. He was fine. Bart did finally calm down as he got older and lived to be about 12. When I was in labor with my first son, I brought a photo of Bart into the labor room to focus on. Bart was high maintenance, but he was our first baby.
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