Maggs-- It took me a couple of years to learn to be fully good. Mama understands the frustration but tell the folks to hang in there. You're still a pup in Basset terms. Mama found that chewies helped keep me from chewing things I shouldn't. You might try that.

So sorry you got grounded, Maggie. I have a bit of a chewing problem, too. Like ETB said, Ma gives us chewies to encourage "healthy chewing". Whatever. I still prefer the corners of the drawers in the kitchen...oh yeah, and the kitty crunchies. Mmmmm...

Well, sister in law....you've been very busy. I just mentioned a few days ago, that I had not heard from my handsome basset man, Riggs and wondered if you had destroyed any kitchen appliances lately. I know that I'm more mature now, but for a little dog, I got into soooooo much trouble when I was still a puppy....mama thought she had a 30 year mortgage on a box of toothpicks before I grew out of it. Anyway....tell the folks to be patient, give ya lots of other stuff to chew...long, long walks help too. Anyway, give my love Riggs, a big 'ole slurpy kiss from his girl. xxoo Peaches

Do you need to sneak over to our house and lay low for awhile? Come on over...Deuce, Penny and I will keep you so occupied you'll be too tired to chew!

You poor thing (and your parents). Are you crate trained? I have 2 rules at our house. I'm either in the crate or supervised (inside and out). I've never caused major damage to anything important, but mom won't take any chances. Everytime I've tried to chew on something that's not mine, she takes it away, says "no", and shoves a bone, rawhid, or toy in my mouth. I don't make many mistakes anymore, but mom says no freedom until I prove myself. Sheila was crated for 2 years before she earned her freedom. I think I'm on the same path.

I feel your pain dear. I too am just a puppy and everyone knows we just can't resist getting into things. Momma tells us the story of a poodle she had in the "old days" who ate chairs, doorways, flashbulbs (whatever they are) and once ate an entire bag of Hershey Kisses. You are way too cute to "go" anywhere.

I feel your pain dear. I too am just a puppy and everyone knows we just can't resist getting into things. Momma tells us the story of a poodle she had in the "old days" who ate chairs, doorways, flashbulbs (whatever they are) and once ate an entire bag of Hershey Kisses. You are way too cute to "go" anywhere.

Aroooo!!!! You're alive! Oh how I've missed my silky-eared sweetie. I so wish you could come to MD and live with my family, but I don't think either of our mommies would agree to that. Try and be good....I know it's hard, trust me, I have my own issues. I love you baby!

Maggs, I find it hard to believe that someone with a face like yours could have a bad bone in your body. However, some of these behaviors indicate that you might be struggling with a deeply-seated childhood issue. Seek professional help. :) xoxo LCC (PS - I don't know what I would do without my therapist.)

Darling Pauline, I have NEVER heard of a poodle who ate chairs, doorways or flashbulbs. (I am, of course, familiar with flashbulbs because of all the paparazzi that follows me around because they think I'm Marilyn Monroe.) I think that dog your mother is talking about must have been something that LOOKED like a poodle, but couldn't have been a real poodle. :) xoxo

I'm always in to something. Can't help it! We're puppies and that's what we do.

Cute Maggie I feel ya! I was a TERROR when I was younger! I still am a bit, but my parents worked so hard and took me to dog class and made sure I had plenty of play dates.. that helps! one of my good buddies is a bassett and I've played with little guys before (our neighbor has a baby boston terrier and I let that dog work me over) so if you need to tumble and wrestle, we can set up a play date!

My dad was at his wits end too... especially the time i jumped up when he was napping and my puppy tooth caught the inside of his nose. OUCH!

My basset friend Frances has eaten more of her mother's boots than i can count AND she chewed through the speakers on her parents' big projection TV... I don't know if its a basset thing or puppy thing, but you'll grow out of it!!!

What would Riggs and your mom do without you???

They don't call our house Godzilla's little Tokyo for nothing. I have chewed on almost every wall in the house a couple have chewed through them. Almost every piece of furniture in the house has my chew mark on them. I chewed the arm cushion on mom's new couch she got last Feb. twice. I'm getting better but I still shred every piece of loose paper I find even if it is on the counter. I've even chewed up clothes and jackets if it is within my reach. If mom and dad didn't love me so much I don't know what would have happened to me. Like anything it takes time and training. Mom and dad are still working with me on that training thing.

Oh, Maggs...take my advice (from one Maggs to another), getting to stay with your forever family is sooo worth trying to be good. I still do obnoxious stuff at my old age but I try every day to be good.

I am crate trained, I am! I hate it though. I hated it so bad I used to get to stay in the kitchen until the whole mystery vegetables thing and the dishwasher incident. I heard mom tell dad that we just need to "supervise" me at all times. I guess this means no more free time in the yard. Mom told me I am on reprieve for now, whatever that means. I'm gonna try to be good, good like Riggs dad says!

Come and get me - as soon as I'm not grounded anymore that is. I need a vaca!

Mom and Dad had a Rottie before us. She said that if dad were around when she got him as a puppy he would have left. I think mom thought I was outgrowing this puppy stuff but its hard. I'm gonna start working real hard.

I ate a dishwasher! That's not good right?