My first DDog was a saint among dogs and never put a paw wrong.
DDog2 was a nightmare.
He didn't chew shoes, they weren't expensive enough. He preferred phones and my glasses. He even learned to climb up the front of a rolltop desk approx 4' high to get at them.
He was an absolute Houdini and could get through the tiniest gap. What he couldn't wriggle through, he could climb over. Spent £1k making the back garden secure.
He was a roller. Cow shit, horse shit, fox shit, he bloody loved it. He would dawdle on a walk and wait for you to get 50 yards ahead, so he could have a good roll, little legs in the air going up and down like 4 furry pistons.
The worst thing he ever rolled in was a pool of liquid runoff from an agricultural slurry heap. It was like concentrated essence of cow dung and took about 5 shampooings, and tomato ketchup pre-treatment, to stop him stinking. I swear the smell stuck to the inside of my nose, I could smell it for days, even when I was at work or in the supermarket.
He had an odd way of pooing. Instead of squatting, he would sort of back up to things and crap on them. When he was staying with my friend, he backed up to a classic Merc and shat on the bumper.
He also managed to open 3 doors and go upstairs to join friend and her DH in bed.
He shredded anything that came through the door, so we have an outside letterbox. A friend was planning a wedding surprise for his soon-to-be wife, and asked if he could have it sent it to our address (he assured us it would fit through the letter box). It didn't fit, as we realised when we got home and found shredded wrapping, torn cardboard and some tiny bits of foil all over the hall carpet. DDog 2 had detroyed 2 packets of their honeymoon Viagra.
His bestest was one Boxing Day. We were meeting friends and decided to go down a bit early and watch the hunt set off (I don't agree with it, but I like to see the horses and hounds). There was a police presence, because of hunt protesters, and a police officer was standing next to us. At one point, I noticed that the people opposite were looking in our direction, laughing and nudging each other.
I looked down and it was obvious from the puddle that DDog2 had pissed on the policeman's boot.
He was an absolute little git and I miss him terribly. If you want a well-behaved dog, never consider a lakeland terrier. If you love dogs, want to laugh your head off several times a day and don't mind a bit of chaos, they could be just the breed for you.
Current DDog, also a lakeland, was hardly a chewer at all. She was housetrained in 3 days and always had excellent recall.She's only really ever done 1 thing wrong: when we tried to mate them, she refused to countenance getting jiggy with DDog2. Every time he tried to mount her, she ran off and then tried to hump his head.
She was so determined, I refused to force a mating. She's still a cheeky fucker though!