No glove is safe around this digit hunter. At the tender age of 6 months, he devoured my favorite suede gardening gloves and now he specifically looks for the five fingered treats. He is definitely my insane clown dawg. He hid several pair of cotton garden gloves. But he didn't stop there - he stashed a red fuzzy mitten under the bed!
I've smacked him on the nose with my glove and he just laughs at me (yes, Akita's do laugh - loudly I might add). Just last week he found my new husband's work glove and did the shaky head thing with it in front of my face. After that he just puts his head down and goes into his crate (he assumes that I'm going to burst an artery yelling at him) and smiles like "Oh. Was that YOUR glove? Forgive me. I lost my big meat head for a minute. I won't do it again . . . until the next time."
Akitas - Gotta love 'em.
I've smacked him on the nose with my glove and he just laughs at me (yes, Akita's do laugh - loudly I might add). Just last week he found my new husband's work glove and did the shaky head thing with it in front of my face. After that he just puts his head down and goes into his crate (he assumes that I'm going to burst an artery yelling at him) and smiles like "Oh. Was that YOUR glove? Forgive me. I lost my big meat head for a minute. I won't do it again . . . until the next time."
Akitas - Gotta love 'em.
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