Some of you may recall that I became the proud owner of a delightful pit bull last month. (Picture here; note that the muzzle is required by law. But you can see that he’s smiling behind it!)
Everything is going well, he is getting good at not jumping on my friends and is generally learning to behave himself quite nicely.
The only problem is a serious case of what apparently is known as counter surfing. As soon as I leave the house, he is up on the counters, making a mess.
This is a huge problem for two reasons (aside from the obvious one, that a dog shouldn’t be doing that!)
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I have a particularly huge kitchen (it takes up more than half of my total living space), with quite a lot of counter space - a table, a “peninsula” (as opposed to an island) that’s maybe 6’ by 3’, a stovetop, a space to the left of the sink that’s about 2’ square, a double sink, another space to the right of the sink that’s about 1’ by 2’, and another 2’ x 3’ space beside that. Before I got lovely Jimbo I was quite pleased with all this space because it meant I could leave my crap lying around wherever I wanted (see point 2, below); now, I am not so pleased.
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I’m a total slob, and up until I got the dog I don’t think I ever, in my life, went to bed with a clean kitchen. It’s just not in me. It is a massive struggle for me to even wash the dishes, let alone clear off every inch of horizontal space in the kitchen every morning, and then clean off the bits and pieces of whatever I missed in the afternoon.
Someone suggested booby-trapping the counters with noisy things so that when he gets up there, things will crash around him and the noise will deter him. No such luck. Every time he goes up there, something crashes or smashes, and it’s just getting worse.
The more I clean up the more invasive he gets. On Tuesday the only things on the counter were the dishrack and a plant (which he had always left alone before). Guess what I found scattered around when I got back. Grr. Along with various things that had been stuck to the side of the fridge with magnets.
This morning, I had a friend staying in my living room, so she was able to rat him out. I left the house but I forgot something, so I went back in to get it - only to find the dog ALREADY standing on the counter. I scowled and told him to get off, which he did. Then my friend called, she said that he’d scattered cereal and a bottle of booze on the floor. Things that had been ON TOP OF THE FRIDGE when I left the house.
No place is safe.
I love my dog but this is getting ridiculous. I cannot rearrange my kitchen any further. I cannot clean up more effectively. He is like a mouse, but more persistent, and a lot bigger. Oh, and he’s been invited into the house, which I guess is different.
Tomorrow I will booby-trap with upside-down contact paper (I’m told they don’t like the sticky) and alum-covered toast, if I can find it in the grocery store.
If that doesn’t work … well … maybe I’ll just get rid of my kitchen.