January 9, 2005 ~ Why Rose Is Also Known as "The Tooth Beast"
Sunday.
Items found in Rose's mouth:
Wad of paper that, when extracted from the back of her mouth and unfolded, read: "233 Sardis Rd. 667-9341"
Actually. Many, many wads of paper. Most have not been readable after extraction, however.
One mop bucket (rim chewed off).
One pressed four-leaf clover ("Oh, let her eat it," Morgan sighed. "It'll bring her good luck.")
Three sets of sheets that we (foolishly) attempted to use as bedding for her crate (now in tiny shreds and tatters).
One mattress pad that met a similar fate.
Lots and lots of grass at Dogwood pasture. (Yeah, she puked shortly thereafter).
An entire terrycloth bathrobe (itty bitty shreds, she pushed her crate across the room, pulled the robe off the bed, and shredded it through the bars).
The corner of the sheets on the bed, which she got at during the same adventure.
Two of Morgan's socks (now well ventilated).
Her leash.
Cloth napkin stolen from the basket.
My only tennis shoes. (I managed to rescue them while still usable, however.)
My only snow boots. (Not quite so lucky as the tennis shoes, but still serviceable).
One of Monty's bandages (stolen while we were still soothing him after the bandage-changing ordeal).
My peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Five towels (shredded).
A plastic bag that we'd just taken off of Monty's paw to protect the bandage outside in the rain.
Three books.
My water bottle sling.
Spider Plant babies (she made a swipe at them, but I was watching. That room is usually off-limits.)
A muzzle.
Morgan's desk chair.
Her crate. (Still functional at this point, but she HAS managed to pull apart four welds and bend the heavy metal until it is warped out of shape. It is only a matter of time. She escaped once already, before we realized that we had to reinforce with more heavy metal clips).
Two ballpoint pens.
The electric and gas bills.
My pillow.
A ceramic mug.
Digital thermometer.
Some Christmas cards.
The couch cushions on several occasions.
Enigma CD, still in case (and wedged long-ways, propping her jaws open, rather than flat).
Library book.
Morgan's cell phone.
My cell phone charger.
The laptop.
Both area rugs.
A frozen tater tot.
One role of masking tape.
Monty's tail.
The metal knobs on one of the bookcases.
Rose's crate after we left her alone:
(tray ejected, padding inside ripped to shreds, bed sheets and robe snatched and shredded)
And this is despite her thoroughly inhaling several rawhide chews, a few rope chew toys, and a gazillion milk bones. Puppies! Oy.
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