A couple of nights ago Paul and I were disturbed by a lot of rustling coming from the dog’s room while we were trying to fall asleep. Normally the dogs go to their room (Maggie in her kennel and Bender on his plush bed), eat their treat, and go to sleep. Occasionally Maggie will “dig” the yoga mat that’s at the bottom of her kennel, but this was different.
I turned on the hall light and quickly pulled the bedroom door open to find Bender with a big mouthful of toilet paper. The rest of the roll was in shreds at his feet. He seemed to be proud of his accomplishment, yet sheepish at being caught.
I’ve noticed recently that he’s developed “a thing” for tissue paper. It’s the one of the only things he’ll dive into our bathroom garbage can to get and he eats it in big chunks, wagging away like he’s eating a delicious treat. He like to shred it up and wolf it down. I supposed compared to what some other Labs get into it’s not so bad!
Bender also has a twin in our neighbourhood. I call him Flexo. He has almost identical markings as Bender, his size and shape is the same, he has a puppy-face like Bender, and his mannerisims are the same.
I’ve paniced more than once because I saw Flexo running around in the park at the end of our street and I thought it was Bender. He has a ball that’s exactly like Bender’s too.
Bender is from a littler of five other males, so it’s possible that Flexo is his littermate. Stranger things have happened. One day I’ll have to stop and ask Flexo’s family what his actual name is and where they got him.