Sadly enough, I know the sounds of my dogs. I know what one of them is coming up the stairs, I know who is lapping out of the water bowl and who is barking (or hounding) at the poor mail lady. I also know when they are up to no good, unfortunately, I usually only know that when it's too late.
It is important to note here that on the whole, my three dogs are not destructive, at least not on a large scale, and Nivek, not at all. They do not eat furniture, like a couch or a king size bed, for instance (example: Ollie, a boarder collie and Elias a bull mastiff, two dogs I know). They do not raid the kitchen, (example: Hunter, a German shorthaired pointer, broke into the pantry and ate all his dog food and three tomatoes. Dallas, a black lab mix that can only be kept out of the refrigerator with a truck strap). So, I really shouldn't complain, but it still doesn't make it any better when they do wreck something, and this week, it happened twice.
The first wasn't a big deal. I left a shopping bag full of stuff I just bought in the middle of the kitchen floor to check my phone messages; that was my first mistake. When I came back downstairs, this is what I found:
|Why hate the throw blanket?|
The second was worse, more for the potential danger than anything else. I was sitting in my office, innocently working away when I heard the unmistakable sound of crunching plastic. There is no good coming out of this sound, so I ran downstairs, and this is what I found:
|Not a trace remained of the BBQ chicken.|
But how did Nuka get the chicken? Surely she is not so unruly that she would steal it from the counter top, she is a lady, after all! No, of course she wouldn't. Nuka would never, ever do that. So how, then?
|Basset Hounds: Taller than you think.|
Ah ha! Duke. Yes, that's right, they are now working together, against me. The real shame of it all is that Duke did all the work, and Nuka reaped all the rewards. Thankfully she did not choke on any bones and everything seems to have 'passed' through without incident, this time, anyway. Who can say what they're plotting next?