Mommy got another house.  She has been working on it a lot.  She works her regular job during the day and goes to the house from there to re-model it.  She does not get home until 9:00 at night.  Well, we all know that German Shorthairs like to be around people a lot.  I can’t help getting into mischief when I’m alone.  Maybe I’m bored or maybe I need to get mom to notice.  My Caco comes by every day to let me out and play ball with me.  Then she sits with me in the kitchen for over an hour talking to me so that I will eat my food.  What can I say, I don’t like to eat alone.  Back to my mischief.  After a couple of weeks of mom working 14 hour days I found something fun to do.  It kept me busy for hours.  I ate mom’speeking dog carpet right outside her bathroom door.  I started pulling on it.  It was so cool!  If you pull on it just right, it unravels from one end to the other.  I pulled apart 3 inches the whole length of the doorway.  I looked down and thought, “Oh, oh!”  So I got rid of the evidence.  It really did not taste that great but I did get rid of all the evidence.  Mom must have psychic powers because when she went to shower that night, I heard, “OMG!  SIMBA COME HERE!”  Really, are you kidding?  I’m not that crazy.  I stayed downstairs hoping she would cool off.  That was the first night that she didn’t give me a big hug and kiss at bedtime.  I waited until she turned the lights off and got on the bed very slowly.  I went over and stared at her nose to nose.  No kiss.  So it was my first night of sleeping at the foot of the bed instead of under the covers up against her.  I was sad the next morning and she noticed.  So she gave me a kiss and told me not eat carpet anymore.  Two days later, that little bad voice inside my head started taunting me.  Yup, I ate the carpet in the hallway.  I tried so hard to be good.  Once again, mom was not happy with me but this time was more understanding.  The next day she picked me up and took me to work with her.  I had so much fun.  Mommy was painting a door.  I would mischiefthrow my ball at her and she would throw it back so I can catch it.  Then I did something real cool.  I through my ball at mommy and it bounced off the edge of the paint can.  You can imagine how entertaining this was.  I tried it over and over until she finally put the paint can up high.  I don’t know how she expected me to throw that high.  I wanted to play but she was so busy so I got her attention by squeezing between her and the painted door.  My nose and ear are now white.  I think it looks rather stylish.  I spent the rest of the time playing with my ball but it finally disappeared right in front of my eyes; piece by piece.  We went home that night and cuddled until we fell asleep.

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About Simba's Mom

I was born and raised in California, lived in Pennsylvania for several years, and have recently moved to Delaware. I have gone from being a teacher for 20 years to a blogger and now back to teaching but still blogging. I have a great dog named Simba. Simba is a German Shorthaired Pointer. Life with Simba is an adventure every day. I have had dogs my entire life but I have learned most about dogs living with Simba. German Shorthaired Pointers really do become your best friend. They become extremely attached and that is why they say they have the Velcro phenomenon. Simba now has a sister 8 years younger and her name is Gypsy.
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  1. Joyce says:

    Oh, how we all can relate to Simba’s adventures! My male, Buckeye, loves to chew on my things (never my husbands). But he takes it to the bed and chews it up there. He has gotten much better since he has grown out of puppy-hood (but do they ever ?) Our other GSP, Shadow, loves to play with tennis balls and will lay it between your feet if you are busy with something else. If we are digging holes in the garden, she drops the ball into the hole for us to pick up and throw.
    Love their antics and personalities! Thanks for sharing!

    • Simba's Mom says:

      Thanks for commenting. I laughed as I read your comment. GSP’s are so delightful. I would never have thought that it is a characteristic of GSPs to be so clever and funny (sometimes mischievous) when I brought Simba home. She has taught me a lot. We would love to if you send us pictures of Buckey and Shadow with their story to be published here.

  2. Taking your dog to work with you is a great idea. You might try giving her a kong toy filled with peanut butter, or some other goodie that she likes. That way she can be doing her thing while you do yours. My first dog after I got married (1954) was a German Short Hair Pointer. He was one of the best of the nine dogs I’ve had since.

    • Simba's Mom says:

      Thanks for taking the time to share. Simba tears those Kong toys apart in minutes, even the black ones. I think she would still interrupt my work every two minutes. She just loves to play and have my attention. I adore her. I’m with you, I have had many different breeds in my life time, but this girl is my absolute favorite.

  3. Though not a total solution for canine loneliness, I believe keeping the radio on while you leave helps.
    I recommend soft music with frequent human commentary. Also I think it’s good to just leave quietly and
    quickly without making a big deal out of it– just matter of fact without giving any sad or anxious emotions
    from you for your dog to pick up on. Now this may sound nuts, but I turn my phone message machine
    way up and call it saying hi and what a wonderful dog you are and that I’ll see you very soon with a treat.”

    In any event, your dog is very lucky to have someone like you who cares about her being lonely.

  4. Leesa says:

    Sounds like Simba’s mom needs a vacation, or at least a day off. And Simba needs a nice long trip to the doggie park!

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