The dogs are not always perfect, but few are. On occassion, they will direct destructive tendencies toward less-than-appropriate chewables. Thankfully, we own very little material objects of value. There have been a couple of books destroyed, which are of course sacraments in the home of this recovering English major. CDs, DVD's, PS2 games and VHS tapes have fared well. Various paper products, including the most recent Lawrence phone book have met their pulper somewhat earlier than anticipated. Shoes have largely been the chosen object of destruction, mine in particular.
In response to my proposal to invest in a new pair of Doc Martens for the krewe's chewing pleasure, my friend, Fred, supplied the following:
"Along with Doc Martens, here is an addendum to the list of alternative dog chew toys.
Claw hammers
7 ¼ inch Skil Saw cases
Formaldehyde-treated deck timbers
Live ducks
Countless leather work gloves
Hundred-pound karate kicking bags
Electric fence insulators
Each other
Select Comfort mattress pillow-top
Pioneer VSX-515 audio/video multi-channel stereo remote control units
Live pet bunny rabbits
Holy scriptures left open on the floor
Condenser microphones
Assorted outdoor furniture
Happy Meal prizes
Lawn sprinklers
Garden hoses
Live 110-volt electrical cords
Beautiful blooming rose bushes (thorns and all)
Bicycle seats
Bicycle pedals
Lawn mower starter ropes
Empty beer cans
Full beer cans
Gasoline cans
Oil funnels
Grease rags
Prescription sunglasses
And probably wining lottery tickets (I wouldn’t know.)"
This list is empirically developed. I myself have been witness to some of the destruction to which Fred refers. Unbelievably, this is the work of five or six dogs through the years, at least half of whom fall firmly within the category of "drop kick" or "ankle biter" dogs.
See, don't we feel better now?
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2 comments:
I knew IT, I KNEW it! Those ankle biters... trouble! Runnin' with the big dogs! Owwwwowww-oo-owww!
Sheesh after reading that I realize I've no right ever thinking I have it bad. Not even the day we had 7 poop-splashes and vomit-plops to clean. Currently on my knees thankin' the powers-that-be for all the good days in between the few bad ones.
Thanks Misfits!
Wow! In all my days of pet sitting I can say without hesitation that the smaller the dog, the bigger the terrors. Its always the little ones who make the biggest messes, do the most destruction and of course are NEVER potty trained. :) I love my danes....even the def ones who go head first into my knee and leave me limping for three days.
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