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Patty and Gavin do the Roomba rumba
The pups think they have a new toy. They don’t. Amongst some of the clutter over at his mother’s house that Dear Hubby has sifted, sorted through, tossed out, or put away he discovered a Roomba. It was still in its box, had never been taken out, other then to have the CD of instructions lost forever. He asked his mother about it and she said it was too difficult for her to set up so she put it aside and bought another vacuum she could understand how to run. “Take it,” she said. He brought it home to me but the pups have gotten into their heads that it is for them.
It’s still in its little home charging, they haven’t seen it run yet. Still, it must be theirs. Gavin has sniffed the heck out of it, bowed at it, and is expecting it to play with him any time now. I don’t think so. Gavin will never see it run because I know him, he loves to chase and tackle RC cars. DH had three he bought for Gavin and Gavin destroyed them all.
I’m not too worried about Patty because the Roomba is just the sort of thing that’ll make her run and hide in the back of her crate. The RC cars did, they scared her to death. The fact that DH would chase her with them had nothing to do with that—yeah, right.
'Gavin's' radio contolled car...
Things my Bull Terriers have eaten that they shouldn’t have
Patty’s towel incident prompted me to write this post. Our first BT, Danny had a taste for rocks, socks, and shoes. I had a lovely pair of suede boots that he chewed to bits in less than five minutes. Dear Hubby had a habit of leaving socks on the bedroom floor, a habit he soon broke after Danny pooped one out.
Our second BT, Joey liked to chew on wood. He redid the woodwork around the doors. He ate my bentwood rocker and redesigned the rungs on a couple of wooden stools. He also ate his Varikennel.
BT number three was Malcolm. Malcolm ate a Superball, which resulted in major surgery and a vet bill that’d make you faint. He would chew the covers off tennis balls in less than a minute. He too had a taste for wood and added his own touches to Joey’s artistic endeavors. Malcolm ate a four-foot section of lamp cord, which he, luckily for him, had pulled out of the wall socket first.
BT number four, Mercy is the one who ate the back off the sofa from her crate. No one has topped that feat of legerdemain.
BT number five, Sadie managed to eat a five foot by 4 foot square section of linoleum flooring one night. This is why I now have a ceramic tile floor in the kitchen.
BT number six, Gavin has been the least destructive BT we ever had. He’s stubborn, dominate, and demanding, but the least destructive. The only thing he wants to eat is food any sort of food at any time. Surprisingly, he is not over weight but then I do watch his diet carefully.
BT number five, Patty eats her bedding. She’s chewed blankets, fake lambskins, and the last thing was that towel, that $448.00 towel.
BT number six, our new rescue, Lucy loves to chew holes in blankets. Nibbles on the backs of The Curmudgeon’s slippers when she can snatch them away from the side of his chair. Who knows what else we’ll find out about her in the years to come.
Malcolm the ham.
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