Dog blog one: The dog ate my homework…
The top rated excuse of all time, to shift blame, cover up a missed deadline, forgetting to file your tax return on time, or simply could not be bothered to do something, would be: “the dog ate it”. Not flying as a believable, valid excuse? Then you obviously do not share your life with a boisterous Libby, our lovable Lab, has been a destructive force since she arrived all innocent and cuddly on day one. We have tried every trick in the book to curb the chewing habit. Endless googles only emphasised that this habit is going to hang around for a while (18 months at least). So other than completely covering the entire house in some NASA meteorite-proof-fabric - apparently there is a patent pending and a promise from the head spaceman to get back to me - we are in a bit of a dilemma in the interim on how to keep
“Leave, no chew, no bite, stoppit, dammit and let go” are apparently not in the Lab’s vocabulary, regardless of the volume, pitch and number of times you frantically repeat it. Swearing in between commands have no bearing on her letting go of something either, because this is apparently an invite for chase me around the garden, what fun!
So for the non-believers, here is just a short chew list to date. Okay the original list was too long, so I will sort it into bite-size categories for easy digestion.
Fashion:
This will include all items, those inside and outside the laundry basket, the washing line, tumble dryer, the floor, and sometimes I am still wearing it items. She has even taught herself to open cupboard doors and dig through sock drawers. Underwear and socks are part of her daily recommended intake.
I have worn designer tatters to the office (always in strategic places where the gnaw holes are not immediately apparent, unless of course you stand in direct sunlight or turn around.) We have worn shirts with no buttons, belts with no buckles and shorts, which were funnily enough, shorter than we recall. Fashion faux pas or fashion victim, Libby helps where she can.
Fashion accessories:
Guess sunglasses? Guess who! Necklaces, earrings, bracelets…gone. If it jingles, shimmers and shines…we have flashbacks to Gollum and his precious. One attempt to swallow my wedding ring, resulted in a wrestling match that would have made Crocodile Dundee proud. True story.
But the biggest chew disaster? Shoes...
Libby has a special fetish for shoes. More to the point, MY shoes. Stilettos, pumps, sandals… last time I checked they came in a pair i.e. there should be two.
I think the misunderstanding came in when we took Libby for training and used the word heel (which supposedly means return to a decent position next to owners feet, obediently) but in our case, Libby took it literally and will bring you a heel…not attached to a shoe anymore.
So, if you thought Marley and Me, covered the destructive tendencies of the domesticated
I have exactly the same problem so I feel the pain of your favorite pair of shoes lying in a slobbery, chewed up mess.
ReplyDeleteI have a Miniture Doberman Pincher named Mini because she is so small but makes a BIG mess, she is 6 months old and getting her big girl teeth.
The worst thing she chewed to a pulp was our brand new dvd player's remote which we can't replace.