It’s ridiculously annoying when people tell us how busy they are. We KNOW! We’re ALL busy, right? Especially now that the holiday season has kicked in. We need to be in 100 places in 24 hours, have a to-do list longer than our shopping list, and absolutely no time to get it all done.
Most of us are experiencing cold temps, some people are getting buckets of snow, and others are getting that nasty cold rain and freezing rain.
In addition to the monumental to-do list, we have to exercise, train, or otherwise entertain our dogs. Or we pay the price.
I fed my dogs out of a Kong this morning. Levi almost always eats out of food dispensing toy, but I added the puzzle toys for my other three dogs, too.
Come back with me three days ago to learn the reason behind the changes…
First, the destruction of the cat toy.
We have the Christmas tree in the living room and presents under the tree. The dogs are normally gated in that room when we’re away. Levi is almost always crated. However, with presents under the tree, I had to revise the confinement scenario. I (thought I) dog-proofed the family room/kitchen area and left the dogs with frozen stuffed Kongs, like usual, while I ran my errands.
I returned to the mess above. Poor kitty’s scratcher toy was in a thousand pieces scattered all over the family room. Levi had found the one non dog-proofed object and had his way with it. It was my fault, it was left on the floor and within easy reach. Clearly, it was a dog toy I’d left for their enjoyment and amazement.
But wait, there’s more.
The next day, I was awakened by Levi delivering something to me in bed. This is pretty normal. Sometimes it’s a deer antler, other times is a stuffed toy. I never opened my eyes, just took it from him when he offered it. Imagine my surprise when I saw this:
Yep, a big old sharp knife. Thank goodness he has a soft mouth and doesn’t flail around when he’s carrying things. He could’ve cut up the whole house, for Pete’s sake.
The knife was my cue to get up. When I walked into the kitchen, I found cold, hard poop. Someone ::cough Levi:: must’ve gotten up in the night and had to go. He’s the only dog in the house who won’t bark or otherwise let us know he’s gotta go.
Wait, the story gets better.
I tried to flush one tootsie roll at a time and — you guessed it! — the toilet clogged! I guess cold poop isn’t as cooperative as, well, you get the idea. No pictures of that, sorry.
The lesson here, kids, is you’re never too busy to:
- make liberal use of crates
- dog-proof once, twice, thrice
- dog-proof again
- make feeding time a fun challenge with food stuffed toys to help combat boredom and destructivity (yeah, I think that’s a made up word)
Talk back! Share your dog destruction stories — leave a comment below! You’ll make me feel a little better. You can even make it up.