Devastation By Dog

November 17, 2008

Yesterday I came to the office to whine to all of you about my home computer waking up dead.  I had already visited Sam’s Club and stocked up on supplies, including toilet paper.  I guess, after I put paper in the cabinet in the downstairs bath, I failed to close the cupboard door.  (I don’t even want to think Chase can open the cupboards.)  When I came home, this is what I found.


Altogether he chewed up eleven of the twelve rolls



. . . and they have a dog door



So the side yard was papered as well and all the little statues were lying down



Oh yeah, there’s some landscape fabric at the top of the photo — it should be under the rock, and there’s a green wire fence not-so-carefully removed from around the once-upon-a-time flowerbed where the children statuary stood.  Chase is thirteen months old today and, it appears, wanted me to remember he is still a puppy.

  1. Jean from NM says:

    OMG!!!! I will pray that you left the cupboard door open. God forbid that Chase can open doors.

    You have my sympathies. You can also have some new toilet paper if you need it . . .

  2. Garrett says:

    oh gosh….I remember when my dogs were pups and they loved the toilet paper! Zoe was the worst! When they realized it was the SAME room they got their much hated baths…they stopped. Ell loved to take the USED kleenex out of the garbage can. Yum huh?

  3. Emily says:

    Oooo…. NAUGHTY boy! I’m giggling so hard right now 😉

  4. C-Myste says:

    Nah, he’s not trying to remind you he’s still a puppy. He’s telling you that he’s a teenager.

    Or at least I seem to remember something about college dorm rooms and t.p. . . .

  5. hello chase its dennis the vizsla dog hay wow i am impressd!!! however i think evrywun is overluking the possibility that all those littel statchoos came to life and trashd the howse while partying and then went owt in the bakyard ware they collapsd in drunkin eksawstchun hay it cud happen!!!! ok bye

  6. Sigh.

    I’ve never had a corgi who cared about tp or kleenex, but Wilbur is a fiend for it. We had him for several years before he discovered that tp on the roll in the bathroom was, well, it was like his beloved kleenex!

    Every day we’d come home to trails of it as he grabbed the end and went … somewhere else.

    I had some talks with him about how that was NOT his, and he should leave it alone, and you can imagine how flabbergasted I was when he … did leave it alone.

    He still will raid wastebaskets (we have multiples, so you can toss plastic in from across the room, but there’re lids on the ones for kleenex), but he leaves the tp alone. He never did get into the plastic bags the tp comes in (which are sitting in the hallway, easy to access), but the tp on the wall in the bathroom, that was his entertainment several days one year.

    What a good boy.

  7. Emily says:

    “I seem to remember something about college dorm rooms and t.p. . . .”

    We skipped TP, and went strait for the cling wrap… Oh, were THOSE the days! (Not that long ago, but I don’t have the balls to do that crap anymore ;0P)