Adventures Of Orthos
I have a confession for you all. I, Orthos…am a hoarder. There I said it! Wheesh I feel so much better now that I got that off my chest. I probably need to say 3 hail Cujo’s, 1 Saint Lassies and a Rin Tin Tin too boot for this. At first I hung my head in shame when my mom found out. She seemed very understanding about my hoarding. Well, that was until she came to her office to work, and found my load. Mom promptly took half of my hoard away from me. The unthinkable happened. She shared my hoard with the other dogs in the house. Do you have any idea how hard I have worked on my hoards? It is really hard to get anything with Ms. Tasha around! She is the ultimate hoarder, or she is just super selfish. I am thinking she is hoarding because she is selfish. My point being, I have 2 hoards and my mom found the smaller of the 2. Thank the puppy god it wasn’t the big one! This small mound she took was enough, I really hope she is considering therapy for me. While I am at the puppy therapist we could possibly work out my severe attachment-please -don’t-leave-me-MOM-don’t-go disorder.
This is the hoard she found. Mom also tracked me down in the living room on my pillows I surf on. Busted with more bones! My hoard, plus the 3 I had in my paws. I have no shame and I know I should but come on…I am a big puppy, and I need things to chew on. What? It’s the bones or a piece of wood, you know how I love wood. *Drools* Until she starts growing trees in the house I am forced to hoard bones. Time to relocate my bigger pile so she can’t find it. You know, since I apparently live with SHERLOCK HOLMES!! Bet she was a blood hound in another life.