Why We Can’t Have Things, ANYthing

Why We Can’t Have Things, ANYthing

In the past, I blogged about “Why We Can’t Have Nice Things.” This week, Houston showed me that we couldn’t have things, ANYthing.


We can’t have the things that normal people take for granted. We can’t have toilet paper, wastebaskets, garbage bags, sheets, notebooks, books, magazines, towels, furniture, plants, and panties.


When I post pictures of Houston’s chewing escapades people are shocked. My mother asked, “Is that normal?”

He is a puppy.


Gorbachev, our Samoyed, opened the pantry one evening. Dwight and I returned to find the entire living room dusted with a five-pound bag of flour.

A few years ago, when Gus was learning how to be a dog, he partied with a pillow in the living room. I cleaned up feathers for months.

Whenever Houston gets something, ANYthing, it’s my fault. It is because I didn’t close the door to the powder room or left something within his reach.

Houston will grow up.


And, we will be able to have things again.

About Julie Hooker

I'm a teacher, writer, and editor. In addition, I'm an animal rescuer, yogi, and friend.
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1 Response to Why We Can’t Have Things, ANYthing

  1. amysalyer says:

    Things We Could Not Have When Molly Was a Puppy: sheets, wool blankets, pants, shoes, Kleenex, my ex’s novel for a college class, beach towels, purse straps, cat toys, phone cords, headphones, tennis balls, lesson plan books, any food item less than 4 feet above the floor, and a myriad of other things I have forgotten in the last 18 years.

    She grew up (eventually). So will Houston (eventually). Hang in there, Mama!


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