A Puppy with a Severe Case of ADHD
I have always wanted a dog but over the years, my work commitments have prevented me from welcoming a dog into my household. Things are different now though and so I have been looking forward to choosing a gorgeous puppy. Until yesterday!
My friend has a 12-week-old working cocker spaniel puppy. I offered to look after the dog for the day whilst my friend and her husband were attending a funeral. I couldn’t wait to spend time with little Darcey but I hadn’t realised that I was about to be hit by the equivalent of a massive hurricane!
Darcey was so excited by her new surroundings that she spent the first hour jumping around and chewing everything in sight. Within minutes, anything which was remotely chew-able had been completely destroyed and my house looked like it had been hit by a tornado. There were clothes strewn everywhere and shredded paper littered the floor. My tape measure was reduced to mush, my boots were perforated and my partner’s charger lead had been severed.
I had been reliably informed that a good walk would tire Darcey out. After spending just one hour with her I decided that it was definitely a good idea to leave the house. Not that there was much left of it!
I enjoyed the walk in the local park which mercifully passed off without incident. Darcey remained full of beans and ran about with such enthusiasm that I was sure that she would need a good sleep. I was wrong! When we returned home, she wasn’t at all interested in taking a nap and simply resumed her search for household items to obliterate. My cat was not amused and left the building!
Acquiring New Skills
Happily I was managing to perfect the art of typing whilst the puppy chewed away at my shoelaces. I had become skilled at speaking on the phone in a loud enough voice to drown out the barking and I eventually found it possible to ignore the sound of my footwear being annihilated.
Then a miracle happened! Darcey laid down for a nap! I took the opportunity to sneak out of the room in order to make a much needed cuppa. Within seconds Darcey had joined me in the kitchen and was leaping around like a loon. During the short journey back to my office Darcey managed to trip me up and most of my tea ended up on the hall floor.
Giving Up for the Day
I looked at the lengthy list of work to be completed which was pinned to a board in my office. The list was one of the few things that Darcey hadn’t destroyed. But she may as well have done as there was clearly no chance that I was going to be able to do any work.
Darcey is adorable but incompatible with anything resembling a normal life. She is a destructive force of epic proportions with boundless energy and she left me feeling like I had run a marathon. My cat hates her and my house will never be the same again. Do I still want a puppy? Of course I do but perhaps not that one!