I've been blaming Freddie for all the chewing and destruction going on here. Blankets ripped apart and dragged around the garden, shoes chewed, etc. It's an easy mistake to make. After all Freddie has chewed most things he could get his teeth into since he arrived.
However, I discovered the real perpetrator of all this damage today. It's "innocent, butter wouldn't melt in my mouth" Monty. When he's outside with the big guys he disappears into their dog room. Megan and Sammy come out, leaving Blondie and Freddie with Monty. Blondie has taken on the role of mother to Monty. She tries very hard to distract him, and if he is having a rough and tumble with any of the others, she sits and watches to make sure he doesn't get hurt. Not much chance of that as the others tolerate him biting their legs and ears with such good grace.
This morning I crept up on them. And there he was in the dog room, ripping a blanket to shreds, whilst Freddie watched (looking a bit guilty as he usually does, hence my always assuming it's him) and Blondie watching Monty and looking quite anxious.
I called him out and shut him on the balcony. Big mistake. I was distracted for a while in the kitchen, and when I went out to the balcony, I discovered a chewed up throw from the sofa, my outdoor slip on shoes completely destroyed. He had even managed to perch on the arm of the sofa to enable him to chew off the corner of the table. Little bugger!
I'm really not very good with discipline but I realised I needed to make him understand he had been naughty, so I told him firmly to go inside in his bed and to stay. He got out of his bed a couple of times and followed me into the kitchen and I made him return and eventually he got the message. Of course I am just a big softy, and within half an hour, and a look into his eyes, I just had to give him a cuddle and he is now curled up on my bed.
Mr A is worse than me. Every time I tell him that one of the dogs has misbehaved he just laughs. What a right pair we are. We really need to toughen up!