The Seager Sagas – silence is dangerous

For those of you with kids, you are likely familiar with the “silence can be dangerous” phenomena. Those times when you catch yourself savoring a rare moment of quiet, only to realize that someone (your little one) is up to no good.

Such is the case for Seager, our now “teenage” German shepherd. Seager, aka “no no Seager” is reminding me of when my children were toddlers (my kids are both teens now). Those years when silence from the kids might mean that I had new Crayon artwork on the walls, or toys in the toilet.

These days, during the day, our house is quiet – both kids are at school, my husband is at work and it’s just me and the dogs here at home.

It’s easy to be lulled into a false sense of contentment during these quiet times…I’ll admit, I haven’t had to be a “round-the-clock” watcher of dogs for many, many years. Our (now) oldest Germans shepherd, “Chesney,” is six years of age and she is quiet and easy – 100 percent trustworthy. Our recently deceased elderly shepherd, Lily (who we lost at 13 years of age) was equally trustworthy for many, many years prior to her death.

Chesney and Lily

Chesney and Lily

Not so for young Seager – while it is true that most of the time his quiet equates to sleepy time, there are time when it means that we have a new hole in the backyard (we have a dog door for the dogs, so they come and go as they please). Or it means that my daughter lost yet another pair of underwear, or someone no longer has a sock.

Seager is wicked fast with his destructive teeth – I can lose the heel of a shoe in less than one minute. Yes, not long ago, after returning from a rare place that required me to wear a heeled shoe (you’re more likely to catch me barefoot or in sandals), Seager managed to chew off the heel of my shoe while I did something mundane, like got myself a glass of water or went to the bathroom.


What is a dog owner to do? Apparently, wait it out until Mr. Seager matures enough to realize that we don’t appreciate our clothes and shoes being eaten, or our yard having new holes. Trust me, we have plenty of chew toys in the house (looks like a doggy romper room in here) and while those may suffice most of the time, there are moments when Seager just has to be naughty.

(Read the last installment of the Seager Sagas here)