Oh dear. Sorry for the delay. Have to earn a living (unfortunately!).
Well you won't be surprised to hear this is the same dog who is responsible for the butterdish incident. He is a kind of Hell on wheels type of greyhound - if ever anything can be broken, stolen, eaten, dismembered, chewed, run off with, spilled, squirted, torn or generally damaged then he's your boy. He's not actually terribly naughty (well, OK perhaps a bit) but is large (huge in fact), with enormous feet, long nails, an incorrigible curiosity and is a bit of a clumsy puppy. Compared to the other two, - well there is no comparison. Our nephews regard him with a kind of awed respect - he is the William Brown of the dog world. I think they would like to be able to unleash the sort of forces of chaos that generally ensue when he is around.
So that's setting the scene. When we first got him from the kennels, we were told that he was a bit of a bed-eater. We nodded politely, and brought our new arrival home. Like many greys when they first get into a home, to start with he was very quiet and it took a while for the full Satanic impishness to emerge.. Sure enough we found that if he is either very excited or very bored then he will have a munch and a play with a bed related item so we've experienced damage to a few rugs etc. and he's chewed the odd cushion. Nothing too horrendous, so we thought. And these incidents were very rare, so we were lulled into a false sense of security..... fatal mistake.
Anyway, he lurks in his lair which is the spare bedroom. We keep a waterproof mattress protector and an old duvet on the bed for him to snuggle in/hide objects. Generally this works well since most of the time his booty which is nicked from the rest of the house is brought here so I know where to look and can usually do swap with him of a pigs ear for a spatula. When we have human guests, he is evicted (cue much huffing) and a clean mattress protector, bedding and duvet are used which are kept solely for human use. Anyway, we went out one day having not walked him first thing, so he was bored and fidgety. Came home to find he had gone into bed munching mode and now his bedroom looked the cloud of an angel since it was full of dismembered duvet - thousands of clumps of polyester fluffiness. To add the final touch he was then spectacularly sick over it. So we had to clean up not just dismembered, dog saliva drenched duvet innards but also an impressive projectile vomit. Sigh.
We love him, we really do. It's just that when people call us, they don't say "How is Satanic Hound?" like they do with the other two, they say "What's SH done this week?"...