Cookies

Today, as I was standing in my kitchen cooking dinner, I decided that I was too hungry to wait the 20-30 minutes that dinner would be ready, and went to grab a cookie. Knowing that if I went into the living room with a cookie, my husband would be upset if I didn't offer him one. So I shouted into the living room "Do you want a cookie?"

He replied "no," but at that moment, as I said the last "-ie" of cookie, Cay-- who this morning at the dog park wouldn't come to me no matter how much I cajoled-- burst into the kitchen and looked at me expectantly.

You might think that this is perfectly normal dog behavior, but the fact stands that neither my husband nor I refer to dog treats as cookies. We love and refer to cookies too much in our household to allow the puppy that kind of confusion in life. But now I'm beginning to think it came pre-hardwired in his brain.

Christmas

Surprisingly, this year Cay was really good over Christmas. This was our second Christmas with Cay, and last year he was still very "new" to us. We decided to put the tree far away from his crate so that he wouldn't mistake it for a present for him. He was so good and didn't eat anything he shouldn't have, but then...

he ate a card. It was a little chewed up when we woke up one morning, but it could have been worse. We had about 20 or so cards displayed on our shelf, and this is the only one that Cay jumped up and grabbed as a snack.

However, a few days after Christmas, the big stack of presents that had been underneath the tree was whittled down to just a few stragglers. It was then, after we had been lulled into a false sense of security that Cay decided to attack!
The present itself was totally in tact. But the packaging, oh, the packaging. I had to get a new box and new wrapping papper and, to add insult to injury, I couldn't find the scotch tape, so I had to make due with masking tape! Oh, the indignity!

At least I didn't have to wait for the present to pass through Cay's intestinal tract. Can you imagine that conversation?

"Merry Christmas! My dog ate this, but don't worry, I washed it really well!"

Makeup Brushes

Less is more. Especially in make-up. However, I didn't think it was necessary for Cay to ruin my eye shadow brush just to make a point!

I don't believe this is was a real hair brush- I think it is was synthetic.

He loves lotion and cream though- maybe beauty supplies just taste really good!

Clicky Pens

One day Cay met Mr. Click Pen. They did not get along.

Poor Mr. Click Pen doesn't come by anymore.

Remote Control... #3

Yes, around these parts, "remote control" is another word for "dog treat."Luckily, Time Warner Cable has a policy where they will allow you to trade in your remote without question if anything should, uh, happen to it.

The first time Cay used the remote control as a chew toy we assumed it was a lost cause so we tossed it and paid $15 for a replacement. The lovely-really!- employees at the Time Warner Cable service center told me that if we didn't actually throw it out, we could bring it back at any time and get our account credited for the replacement cost. Despite my assurances that it was demolished beyond recognition and they wouldn't want it, they all looked at me with "So sorry you lost $15" eyes.

The second time I woke up to find our living room floor littered with the sad remains of the remote control, I dutifully went to the pantry to get a ziplock bag in which to gather the teeny tiny pieces that Time Warner said they wanted back. When J woke up and padded into the living room to find me excavating plastic from the area rug he raised his eyebrow in disbelief. Despite his assurances that they were not going to accept the fruits of my labor and we were going to have to pay another $15 anyway, I finished my task and we headed to the store.

Armed with my baggie of dog-chewed remote control (now in easy to choke on bite-sized), I jumped out of the car and ran to the door of the Time Warner Cable Store as J looked for parking. Inside a perky young blonde asked what I needed this morning. I replied that I just needed a remote control and she instantly pulled out one from the stack sitting on her hostess podium. She asked for the old remote, so I pulled out my baggie and presented it to her. She looked shocked. She looked vaguely appalled. But she took that baggie of useless remote control and didn't even ask my name, account number, or what my vendetta against electronics was. I was back on my way before J even found a parking spot.

Now we're on remote control number 3. Saturday, when I was brushing my teeth I heard a familiar munching noise coming from the living room. Bursting in, I was greeted with Cay, delightedly gnawing on his newest tasty remote control. Luckily I stopped him before he rendered it useless, and this time I remembered to take a picture!

cream cheese

or cardboard? I mean, cream cheese would make sense, and would even be delicious. But he really just gnawed the box.

Either way, puppies should learn to stay out of the Fresh Direct box. Or I should be a little snappier when it comes to putting away my groceries.

hand sanitizer

I guess he was worried about swine flu too!

(Don't worry-- he didn't actually eat any of it. No dogs were harmed in the making of this post)