Here is just a quick recap of how Festus has been doing since I adopted him from Lonestar Sanctuary. Festus is still the bestus. He has been taking training lessons and can sit and stay with the best of them. But last night I discovered his secret… my dog is a hoarder. That’s right a hoarder… every dog owners worst nightmare. It had started small. He would take a treat and hide it instead of eating it. Usually he would try to bury it in my bed sheets or in the crack of the couch. I never really minded because half the time it was adorable and the other half it was really really adorable.
But last night I found his stash. It all started when he brought me a crusty piece of bread from the end of a Subway Sandwich, a piece of bread I had given him almost two weeks ago. Needless to say I was confused. Why did this still exist, where had it been, was time travel involved? It turns out he had been hiding little things in this tiny space under a table between my couch and the wall. Snugged neatly between a duffel bag of extraneous sound equipment and some throw pillows that I don’t know why I own he had a treasure cove. In this little nook I found several stale treats, his favorite toy I thought I lost a month ago, a chewed rib bone, a sock, and whole bunch green cotton from the inside of another toy he had torn up. It was like a little gremlin nest. This was his face when I made the discovery.
"not cool bro"
I wasn’t even mad, I was actually impressed. Also extremely motivated to clean more. We are currently writing the pilot for a doggie hoarders reality show.