What's eating your time or are you waiting for a time out...like me?

Everyone has something in their individual life, that teaches them patience. Some of you have more than one or two....you poor thing. Well... mine is a 90 pound 18 month old blood line German Shepard that my policeman son decided that I needed. I personally think that it was just a thinly devised maneuver to keep mom home and well anchored. You see, I have raised and successfully launched my offspring, and entered that second phase of life called freedom again ( or empty nest). Or, so I thought. And then there came Kuno! His name is German and means Brave!! However, when a thunder storm rolls in you will find him hidden beneath the guest room bed. He's a wonderful dog, but he is still all puppy, and it is like having a toddler about again, except that he doesn't smell like play doe... unless he has eaten it. I am convinced that some where in his ancestral line is a renegade goat. He has eaten pantie hose, socks, several pair of under garments, shoes( that one almost sent him to doggy heaven) washcloths and hand towels ( his favorite) vintage linen hankie's (I contemplated murder) and finally my watch ( three times). I remember a quote by a philosopher ( who's name escapes me at the moment) but, he said, that the only things that separates us from the animals is our ability to reason, unquote. Well... he never met Kuno. German Shepard's are extremely intelligent dogs, how be it, one dimensional in there thinking. Let me explain. You see, when I get dressed and leave the house the last thing I do is put on my watch and tuck a sweetly scented vintage hankie ( no self respecting southern girl would be caught without one, and... i have issues with tissues) in the watch band and I'm good to go, as the Yankee's put it. Kuno's reasoning... eliminate the watch and hankie and mom has to stay home! I try to be careful when I remove these and carefully put them high and out of sight, for Kuno's is always alert ( wonder if this is why they are called "watch dogs", pun intended) but inevitably I will slip up and one gulp .... and my time is eaten up.  He always spits out the face and buckle ( thank God ) but to his way of thinking, mission accomplished. So three watches down and counting. So here's the dilemma. He does win in a manner of speaking. I have to keep a close watch on him ( housebound) so here I am in "time out", literally, watching for" time out". Any moment now I hope. So while the minutes are ticking away... here's just another sandcastle thought by Geani....<3