.My boyfriend was away on business, so when i left to go to work i would just leave Clyde out and about. First couple days were fine, no problems. Then he got too comfortable. He started dragging things around the house (clothes, shoes, anything he could find), starting getting into the trash. So i figured if i just closed the bedroom doors and put the trash up my problem would be solved. I was terribly wrong. That is when i learned Clyde could climb! I came home and found Clyde not only getting in the trash but on top of the oven getting into the trash can & my house was a mess and the bedroom door had a hole chewed it in. I was pissed! So i bought him a kennel.. you know the ordinary plastic ones you put an animal in to carry it on an airplane. I was gone for 2 hours, i had went to the hospital to check on my papaw and came straight home afterwards to check on Clyde before i went to class. Clyde had chewed a hole in the Kennel and gotten out and again into everything. Again that night i bought him another kennel. Same thing the next day. I was losing my patience, and quick.

So i bought him a metal crate/kennel. That lasted a bit longer than the plastic one. OH! And before my boyfriend had left he got me a cute orange kitten. I was on the phone with my boyfriend and turned around and clyde comes waltzing out of my boyfriends sons room with the cat hanging out of his mouth. he was carrying my cute little kitten around by his head! thank goodness he didnt hurt the cat. Turns out that Gizmo didnt mind being carried around that way and Clyde never ate Gizmo.

So the Metal kennel lasted a while.But of course, he chewed a hole in those. Only we went through 4 of them rather than 2! Each time it would take him less & less time and the holes got bigger & bigger. The last metal crate/kennel lasted 1 whole hour! i watched him chew a hole and get out of the damn thing! Who know a dog could chew through metal!

So We moved into a bigger house after a while... And all was good. Clyde was back ouside during the day, on a huge runner. And i brought him in at night and whenever we were home. I felt bad one afternoon because it was raining and i was in the process of taking my boyfriend to the doctors office for his appt. (he had just broken his leg several days before) so i left clyde inside. Closed the bedroom doors, didnt figure he would do anything seeing as how he was 5 by this time - no longer a puppy. I keep putting my faith in him and he keeps biting me in the ass for it, so to speak. We came home and the bedroom door, again was chewed to a million pieces. Only this time not just a hole big enough for him to get through. He litterally chewed from the floor up the door knob and all the way across! All 4 bedroom doors were closed, but he only chews OUR door off for some reason. He managed to get ontop of the counter AS ALWAYS where i had loaves of bread ontop of the microwave! He ate a full loaf of bread, a full pack of Hot dog Buns, as well as hamburger buns! and 6 packets of kool-aid i had left beside the oven, and a damn yankee-candle i had on the coffee-table. And ate everything that was in my bathroom trashcan... (even the feminie products, too! EWW!) So back outside he went for the rest of the week. Felt bad and yet still pissed at him - i brought him in.

We have moved since then and now Clyde is 6. He's getting old and VERY STUBBORN! 

He even has his own couch to lay on! Now when he gets into the trash he wont tip it over, he just picks what he wants out, he still gets ontop of the oven. My boyfriend will go "your dog", (funny how hes my dog when hes in trouble but our dog when hes good).. is getting on the oven again! And i have to yell CLYDE get off Mommas oven! and you can hear him jump down and he'll run into the bathroom and get into the shower. Yes he gets into the shower..if has done something wrong you will know because you will find him in the shower. If you leave him outside longer than he wants to be, he will jump on the sliding glass door repeatedly. OH But if the sliding glass door is open and we have the screen door pulled shut whenever he wants in he somehow manages to get the door open. I joked when we first moved in "Clyde, son if you can open the screen door you can come inside".A few days later I heard something and turned around he the damn thing was open and Clyde was sitting there waiting to be told he could come in. He will open it now everyday whenever he wants in but will sit there until he is told to come in. If you dont notice him soon he will bark to get your attention.

He pisses me off when eats all my damn kool-aid or chews a damn door down & eats.. oh yes we cannot keep bar soap in the bathtub. He eats that too. Not just a little bit. He eats the whole damn bar! He will eat food off of your plate when you are not looking, he will take food right out of hands if he is close enough... especially gummy worms. He is so nosey! Whatever is cooking on the oven he will get on the counter and look in the pan to see what it is. He's really short and kinda fat now but still managers to wiggle his way onto the oven top.

He pisses me off... but hes so cute! He knows how to "smile" on command and wheres sunglasses on the occassion. The picture I have enclosed is of Clyde and his "Stunner Shades" as we call them.