Mar
9
2009
I have many memorable stories about “Atilla The Hun” my bad black mutt but in here I will only relate one. He got out again and I was chasing him. Finally he comes up to me and dropped a green dog leash at my feet. I had no intention of canvassing the neighborhood to see which stoop he stole the leash from. You have to understand this was the day after the state dog warden had paid us a visit. He had gotten loose again and harassed the neighbor’s dog. I did not want to advertise he got out again and was roaming the neighborhood again loose.
I simply grabbed the leash and dropped it in the corner of the living room floor. My wife a few days later noticed the leash was now in several sections lying on the floor. Mister “Tilla” (for short) must have bit the leash into several parts. He remembered the hours he spent tied to a the leash as punishment for another escapade in the surrounding area. We also had gotten four chain leashes and he bit through the leather end of each of them, of course when we were not watching him. We were not happy.
Later on we noticed that the green leash he found was now bitten through into NINE sections: he was going to make sure that no dog was ever going to be put on that leash. All we could do was both laugh.
