The messes our pets get into
To start this story out. I will tell you that I have two dashounds, a male named Red(two yrs old) and a female named Missy( 7 mths old). Well it has been raining most of the day so I have been running them in and out all day. mostly in.
Missy will sat under my desk and play when I am at the computer. That is her spot. she hides toys and bones under there. Well I keep all my computer wires in a basket and wrapped in a towel with duck tape for to keep her from chewing on them. yes she has done it before.
Well yesterday the mediacom man was here and hooked a mediacom phome line. And yes dumb me forgot to make sure all wires were put back up. So this morning. puff the computer shut down at the same time Missy took off running like the dickiens. I looked down at the same time and seen sparks a flying. I then preceded to jerk the plug in. Went to town and got a new extension cord cause she had chewed it right iin two.
Took me all afternoon to get the computer working again. I really thought she had shorted or blew something up. I thought I was going to have to buy a new computer. Then I gave up and came back about an hour later and it was working enough I restored and everything is fine.
I was really lucky that she had not electrocuted herself. So all wires are now re-toweled and ducktaped and put in their basket. I wonder if she learned anything or If I am the only one that did, not to forget to tape the wires up with a towel around them.
While my dog, Spenser, never got into chewing cords--he preferred my books especially the old ones with the great glue! His "oddest" consumption though was about a half inch worth of soy candle! It was in a glass jar on a low self. I heard this clinking sound, came into the room, and saw him licking up the remains out of the jar. All that was left was the little metal piece that holds the wick. But it didn't seem to do him any harm.
The biggest mess creating thing he ate was a 3/4 full tub of "I can't believe it's not butter." Silly me didn't think he could reach the counter and didn't put it away. In the middle of the night the dog starts retching on the bed, in the bathroom, down the hallway, in the living room, all the way to the front door. I'm thinking the poor thing is dying, that he is poisoned, worried silly--and then I see the container. Talk about a greasy mess to clean up.
Fortunately, he has gotten better about getting into things--but he still tries. He's my sweety though.
Sally
