Never Run With Scissors

Even Scissors Aren't 'Safe' Around Buoy!

Just To Prove That It's Really Him Doing It All

Never Run With Scissors!!  We've all heard it and most of us in the world follow this good advice....not Buoy! In fact, he runs, chews on and hides with scissors.


I noticed he was not under my feet while I was in the kitchen one past afternoon....a sure sign that Buoy has something.  So, I find him in his favorite hiding spot behind the end table (like we don't know by now).  As I come toward him, he starts to run with the scissors in his mouth.  Well, the space between our big lounge chair and the end table is tight (an effort to keep Buoy corralled when he has something), but a caught dog is like a cannon ball that just barrels through no matter what the cost.  Remember now that the scissors are in his mouth just like they are in the picture...so therefore he scrapes them along the chair as he makes his daring escape.  This causes me to scream louder and him to run faster.  I decide to survey the damage rather than give chase.  Fortunately for Buoy the chair was still in intact...unfortunately he was still running lose with scissors in the house.  I cornered him in the bathroom and he very reluctantly gave up the scissors.


Hopefully Buoy has learned his lesson and will remember to Never Run With Scissors.....but probably not...he's a daredevil like that.

A Close Shave

Remains of a razor

Buoy's "Caught" Face

Well, I haven't been able to post in a while...not because Buoy hasn't done anything wrong, because he certainly has,(as you will see in the next few weeks) but because I have been so busy.  And that is probably half the problem with Buoy to begin with....us not being here with him enough.  You see, Buoy does most of his mischief with us actually here, which leads me to believe that he is seeking attention for the times that we aren't here.

But enough with the pooch Dr. Phil mentality.  So, Buoy has been dumpster diving in the Carter bathroom trash again.  His great find?  A used razor that could have really hurt him if I had not caught him in time.  Fortunately he didn't eat any part of it...he just gnawed on it a bit.  And what did I do after catching his dangerous mischief?...took pictures of course.

I would like to say that Buoy might have learned his lesson, but we all that is not true.

On The Heel Of A Bad Day

Well, Buoy had actually been pretty "good" lately.  


I put good in quotes because good for Buoy is different than good for most other dogs.  He didn't destroy anything for about a week....this doesn't mean he didn't take stuff or hide stuff or pee on stuff....because he did. He just didn't DESTROY anything.  That is until last Saturday night. 


My youngest daughter and her friends were playing dress up with clothes in the cedar closet and came across some of my summer heels.  They pranced around for a while and looked all cute in heels way too tall for them and then when it was time for all to be put away one heel could not be found.  And neither could Buoy.  He was eventually discovered in his "clubhouse" behind the end table with a black, strappy heel in his mouth, not the shoe, just the heel.  As shown in the picture above, the shoe survived the attack quite well, but not the heel tip.  


So, if you see me hobbling around a little lopsided in black, strappy heels then you'll know that I haven't been drinking, but that Buoy has struck again.