My dog, Blue, is awesome. He's a 4 year old Australian Shepherd and I couldn't be more in love with him. He's loyal to the bone, he's funny, he has a huge personality, and he's my best friend :]
He is also the sneakiest creature I have EVER come across. I don't know anyone else who can slide past a door so quietly and just sneak up on you. I trip on this guy a million times a day. He knows how to open doors, and he loves digging thru trash cans. That is the only disciplinary issue I can think of with him. And even though he constantly throws things out of trash cans, I can't get mad at him, because he's a such a darn good dog.
I left my room the other day, just to find that he had sipped the rest of my Dr. Pepper, eaten my cold chicken strips, and had opened all my lil' packets of ranch and licked them clean. Is this the first time this has happened? NO. Will it be the last? Probably not. Does he ever get sick? Not yet, but he sure does make me paranoid. He always comes back for more!
Peanut butter cookies, salami, pasta, chocolate milkshakes (that one scared me), chicken soup, you name it. This guy scares the hell out of me, but he's just so darn cute. How can you get mad at a little guy who puts his head down and slowly walks to you knowing he's in trouble. Can you just imagine that? You find your adorable Australian Shepherd digging thru the trash, he realizes he's caught, so he just slumps down, puts his head down in shame, and walks to you because the only thing left to do is turn himself in. Sure he gets the whole, "Bluregard! You're gonna get sick! Don't do that! You're gonna get gassy!" but dang, I just can't stay mad.
I love my sneaky Blue. :]