Eating All The Things

I’ve cursed this dog all damn day. ALL day.

She’s eaten a whole lot of things she should not eat and it’s making me crazy.

I was in the laundry room making a pot of coffee. She followed me in, as she usually does, and then she left. No big deal — except she took one of TW’s brand new water shoes. I didn’t know this until she’d had it for five minutes and I heard her chasing something around the living room. She was chasing the little plastic slidey thing that allows you to tighten the shoe.

Sigh. We got those shoes YESTERDAY.

I was on a phone meeting when I noticed the damn dog had a mouth full of… fur. Grey fur. Or maybe it was grey feathers? I don’t know, I was ON THE PHONE and she wouldn’t come to me so I could take whatever it was away. Because she KNEW she should not have that.

I’m trying to figure out a new thing at work and TW is off picking up the kids at school… I hear some banging noise… Skeeter, who was JUST on the bed with me, is in Prince J’s room eating the last bully stick (and she also shredded some paper while she was there.)

If she’s not laying here on the bed asleep, she’s eating SOMETHING. Eating ALL THE THINGS.

7 thoughts on “Eating All The Things”

  1. Yeah.

    Allie has destroyed almost half my shoes… And yesterday she pulled a skirt through the grates of her cage and shredded it! So tired of this!

  2. I have been here and lived with that. It sucks and I’m sorry. My humble, not-asked-for, opinion is that she is bored and looking for attention and negative attention is still attention. Domino starts doing that kind of stuff and we try to divert him with something he CAN chew on – a rawhide or his Kong rubber flying saucer thing with treats stuffed in the holes. Beyond that, been there, done that. Sorry.

  3. she is so big. do you think she’s done growing? the puppy phase will pass. you’ll miss some aspects of it, maybe just the cuteness factor. but then she’ll just be a lazy hound dog most of the time… she sure is beautiful. and so big. holy cow.

  4. Alie only destroys things when I am not home. (note: Steve can be). I realized I’m her sheep and she gets anxious when her sheep isn’t around. (she’s a Border Collie mix). So she goes for things that carry my scent or remind her of me. (though she also counter surfs and once stole a pound of ground lamb).

    The solution might be for me to carry a Kong toy around in my clothes for a while so it picks up my scent, and give that to her when I leave….

  5. Our dog, Dino, an 8 year old cockapoo had a chewing problem as a puppy, but outgrew that–after turning our kitchen chair legs into sticks a beaver would be proud of, after disemboweling all of our throw pillows, and after munching on any pen or pencil and my plastic rolling file cabinets. Any food in our house within his reach without people around is fair game, but we know that, so that situation hardly ever occurs. The problem is that on walks, we must constantly scan ahead of him because if he spots something he thinks might be food or food-like, he will lunge for it and if he gets it, it is not coming out of his mouth—except perhaps as vomitus the following day. However, once he ate something (we still don’t know what) that resulted in a 3 day $2,500 hospitalization for “dietary indiscretion”. (That was the diagnosis on his 3 page discharge summary). Admittedly, we took him to the University of Pennsylvania Veterinary Hospital, because my husband is a prof of medicine at the human equivalent at Penn. No, they did not have a courtesy discount at the time and according to my husband, they did tests that he wouldn’t even have thought of doing on his human patients. He is recovered and we still must religiously scan ahead of him on walks. If Dino has to go to the hospital again for a dietary indiscretion, it’s coming out his allowance. PS: Dino doesn’t get an allowance.

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