Saturday, November 17, 2007

Bad dog!

This morning we arrived home after taking the boy cats to get fixed, and Stephen Tyler Jr. had destroyed a crossword puzzle book, a newspaper, and my cell phone. Two days ago he'd eaten three of my books (including my beloved Amber Chronicles) and my GLASSES. I have a spare pair, but they're kind of old and incorrect. So hurrah, waiting to get reimbursed from my Cigna flex spending account so I can get a new pair.

Today we are going to Verizon to get a replacement phone, and then we are going to the pet store to buy Steve a crate. I've never had a crate dependent dog, but if he can't be trusted not to eat things that are technically not food, than he can't be left alone in the house. We thought he'd improve after he was neutered but he's only gotten worse, and he still howls and whines when we leave, so he's apparently just a high anxiety dog. Hopefully the cage will let him feel more secure while also protecting our electronics. I know many many people crate their dogs when they leave the house, and that many dogs like having their own space, but it still sucks not being able to trust him.

And people wonder why I don't want actual KIDS.

4 Comments:

Anonymous Momby said...

Funny...I've never heard of a cat eating electronics...although tinsel is, apparently, fair game...

3:05 PM  
Blogger Stepho said...

The cat didn't eat the electronics, Steve did.

Well, that's not totally true. Harold chewed through our electric blanket cord and through the Wii cord TWICE, so...nevermind.

5:46 PM  
Anonymous Mombycita said...

I KNOW it was Steve who did the damage. The cat comment was sarcasm, actually intended for your father whose favorite mantra after every, "Dog Saves Family From Fire" story is to start with, "See? A DOG! You never hear of a CAT saving anyone..."

MY kitties would save me! But they might let HIM fry...

Pah! Dog people!

12:36 PM  
Blogger Stepho said...

Well, when I was a barfy girl yesterday all the cats curled up on the couch with me. I like to think it's because they love me, although they were probably waiting for me to die so they could steal my saltines. That bitch Jerome kept trying to chew them out of the package.

6:48 PM  

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