It must be the name Bubba
 

Bubba is also my devil. He torments poor Sissy by standing in front of her with both bully sticks hanging from his mouth. He gets in her face and growls at her and humps her bed. Getting ready for work in the morning is a nightmare as he will get ahold of my things-shirt, jacket, shoes whatever and play nannie, nannie, nannie I got your stuff! and the chase is on to get ready to leave. I was glad when the seasons changed last year from summer to fall because he had eaten all my summer shoes (but that's my fault). He is my evil child.

You too? LOL...I know everyone thinks I"m lazy because I never have the TP on the holder. But it's just because of my girl! This is when I discovered that it had to be that way (what I came home to after work one day).......(notice the little puddle of pee that did NOT manage to make it on the TP)

This morning I took a pain pill that made me sleep late. Apparently Gypsy decided I had slept enough. When I did not respond more than a scratch to her when she patted me with her paw, the search for trouble was on. Next thing I know I hear her rattling something under the bed. The stinker had gotten a box of hummingbird nector powder that hubby had left on the living room coffee table and started chewing it up. Luckily I got it before it was all over her, the floor and in her. That was her way of saying time to get up.

That is so funny because last night I realized our upstairs bathroom was out of toilet paper, so I grabbed a roll from the downstairs and set it on the edge of the steps (someone was in the bathroom so I couldn't take it up right away) I forgot that I put it there, and this morning I had gotten Paddington ready to go out and suddenly nature called... I had to drop everything and pee ASAP, so I left Paddington in the hallway for not even a minute. I came back out to find that he figured out a way to reach that TP roll and DESTROYED it!!!! Ugh it was such a mess!!! I don't know how he reached it, it was on the fourth step (taller than him) and he couldn't have climbed the stairs for it because he refuses to go up more than one. We were already late.. he only does things like that when we are late. The worst part is when I clean up messes like that, he thinks I am playing a game and bites my hands and runs around making the mess even bigger. Today he actually bit me so hard that I bled!!! :eek:

Lately he's been acting like he has to poop, and when we take him out he runs around the yard barking like a maniac for twenty minutes and then runs back to the door to be let in (without pooping) About five minutes later he poops in the laundry room.

He also steals underwear and footwear. My boyfriend has nicknamed him "the underpants gnome" (from South Park if anyone watches it... this is the same boyfriend who wanted me to name the dog "Butters") He digs through a laundry basket until he finds panties or socks, and then he runs around the house with them with this expression on his face that is like "I got the prize! I'm the underpants king!" Whenever someone isn't paying attention to him and he wants them to, he will go and get their shoe and run right in front of the person... he actually teases them with their own shoe! He is pretty good at getting the right shoe for that person, too.... urgh, stinker!
-O

I am lucky and have a prety good bunch of guys. A couple of them do things I wish they wouldnt do. If I could get them potty trained and break one or two bad habits, they would be perfect.