Remember how I told you Sammie’s been doing really well being out all day? Well, her ‘good’ streak has come to a sad, sad ending. However, we blame ourselves. We haven’t been exercising her enough this week.
At lunch on Tuesday, Aaron came home to find a ball of steel wool in the middle of the living room, shavings ALL over the floor. That’s not the worst part, though – there was also a pair of my undies that had been chewed through! Maybe it’s too much to tell you this, but they were one of my favorites, too…
We didn’t scold her too badly. Like I said, it was our fault for not taking her on her evening walks. At this point, I should have put my clothes away (does any one else clean laundry and fold it and then just have so much trouble actually putting it away???), but I didn’t. I thought it was a one time thing.
Boy was I wrong.
The next day at lunch, we found that she had not only found the pair she had chewed up the day before, but she had chewed up ANOTHER pair of my undies and had POKED HOLES in another. She wouldn’t look at me. Didn’t even come to greet me at the door.
Needless to say, I put up my clothes right then and there.