Continuing the theme of other people's dogs eating our stuff, today I have two things:
|From 365 things|
A not-totally eaten, but very slobbery pillow, and a chewed-through futon cover.
A few years ago, my in-laws came to visit and brought their dog Baron. Although he was full-grown, he was still very much a puppy. And like most German Shepherds, he was (and still is, to some extent) slightly neurotic. So when his mom and dad left him in our house for a few hours, he proceeded to eat part of it. Namely, our futon cover.
Chris' parent were kind enough to replace the cover. And of course, I saved the old one because that's what I do best: Save Things I don't need.
I'd like to point out, by the way, that none of these posts about dogs eating our stuff involve our dog, Rosie. That's because she's a sweet, old girl who doesn't chew our Things.
I'd also like to point out that I currently have a bruise with teeth marks on my thigh. That lovely bite came courtesy of my daughter. It was one of the five or so times she's bitten me. Number of times Rosie's bitten me? Zero.
I'd like to take credit for raising such a great dog. But the truth is, we just got really lucky.