Before you start reminiscing about Clash of the Titans. “The Kraken” would be my dog
When I first moved into my current domicile; because I was concerned about him barking in the crate and waking my roommates at 6 AM, I tried leaving him out in the living room to lay on the couch until one of my roommates woke up to keep him company.
It was a good idea… in theory… He wouldn’t bark and he pretty much just kept to himself. Until one day Winston discovered the discovered the scent of compressed rawhide on my roommates red velvet couch.
(cue the bug eyes)
Yup that means I have to replace one RED VELVET COUCH.
Ok so new rules:
1) no more compressed rawhide.
2) no more leaving the dog unattended in the AM after I leave for work.
and everything seems to be going well…
Well Sunday while unloading some things from the Jeep to the house,
UGHHH!!!!!
well what can you do… he didnt know… its my fault.
but is it…
I thought I had left the Garmin in the living room, maybe on the coffee table. Wich would have easily left it as an open target as a potential chew toy looking item. Aparently I didn’t. In the few minutes I was outside
Other people have told me they think he may have done it out of spite.
So in considering this I have to ask myself yet another question.
In an animal that entertains itself by chasing its own tail and eating dirt, capable of identifying that something is of value to me and destroying it for the sole purpose of spite?
is this way of telling me he is pissed for not being included in the “going out the front door to retreve things from the Jeep”?
Maybe… As much as I identify and accept that I (like many) have managed to choose a pet that is much like me.
Maybe we are more alike that I could even begin to imagine…
