The Problem with Puggles

I am the proud owner of a year and a half old Puggle puppy named Cosby. He is an adorable cross between a pug and a beagle and has eyes that will melt your heart. Some of his favourite things to do include chewing and swallowing socks, humping my nephew’s fleece jacket, stealing tissue paper out of the waste paper basket and tearing it to shreds, eating half and leaving the rest scattered around the house, nibbling (not chewing, but actually nibbling) on whatever clothing I or anyone else is wearing, and barking like a madman whenever he hears a doorbell ring. Now, I know that all of these things might make you think that Cosby is far from being a good dog—that there is a problem with him—but that just isn’t true. If there is a problem, the problem resides with me. Despite the fact that “The Cos” and I have gone to puppy training, I haven’t followed through with the repetition of “the rules”. It also doesn’t help that other people in my home also try to set the rules for Cosby, which really seems to screw things up. It’s hard to be my dog’s Master when others people try to be the Master as well.

So, it appears that I have my work cut out for me. Cosby is much better behaved than he was, but I still have quite a ways to go. Wish me luck!