I was really beginning to think Bella's habit of trying to eat anything inedible was coming to an end. I was proven terribly wrong the other day. I've given up on stopping the ingestion of part of her blanket a couple times a week. I found these really cute $3.00 blankets that she adores. Each one lasts about a month between the shredding, drooling and tearing. Once she starts tearing off little tidbits and chews on them for more than a minute, momma takes the blanket away for a day and she drags the other 3 around the house showing me she'll behave and only lay on them. We are on blanket #8 as of this morning. Brianna's bathrobe happens to be about the right texture and I noticed this morning there were a couple of claw marks through it. I'm guessimating Brianna left the robe on the couch last night and Bella mistook it for her own. We will have to find another purple robe ASAP!
As I sit here and type I see that I'm going to have to take the leapord print blanket away next. Bella is two feet away growling and whining at the blanket while she chews on a piece. This is her telling the blanket it's seen its last sunrise. Which brings me back to my story. I managed to get my phone back before it too was ingested.
I am infamous for losing my phone; my poor husband Matthew, and best friend Lori can attest to this. I can go two days with no phone before I realize I misplaced it. Usually it is in one of the vehicles under the seat, down the couch or underneath the bed, sometimes even in a laundry basket in the laundry room. I am so bad at keeping track of it. Well the other day, I was really conscious of my phone because I was waiting for an important call and I knew I left it on the table in the living room. The table happens to be shorter than Bella so she can grab whatever she wants off of it. Usually there isn't much there so we are safe. She's never taken a phone so far so I thought nothing of leaving it there. It is so wrong to underestimate this dog.
Bella is lying on the floor and I notice she's chewing very quietly but I haven't given her a treat. It looks like she's having some difficulty so I go over and just as I'm about to pry open her drooly jowls, the phone starts to ring and "YOU GUESSED IT". There is my phone in her mouth. It scared the dickens out of the pup and instead of dropping it she makes a mad dash for the hallway and "surprize"... right up the stairs. I am halling butt after this gazelle of a dog and by the time I get to the top step she is down the hall, facing me with her head to the ground and her butt in the air challenging me to come and get her. She's growling and her tail is whacking into the wall on each side in quite an exuberant manner. I can see it in her eyes "Catch me if you can". Silly me, I take the bait every time but I really needed to get that phone. I don't think she can swallow a whole phone, but after the $2000.00 potpouri incident I didn't want to take any chances. Of course, I dive for the dog, the dog runs over my back and bounds down the steps in three leaps. I swear she has deer in her bloodline somewhere. As I head down the steps; cautiously two at a time, I have an epiphany. I pick up the house phone and dial my cell.
If you could have seen how fast this dog stopped, I swear she left skid marks on the rug. She looks at me and her eyes are so wide she looks like a caricature. All of a sudden, she starts shaking her head rapidly and growling while she jumps up on her hind legs. With one big snap of her head the phone comes sailing out and as I duck it slams into the wall behind me. This is reminiscent of when my sister flung scissors at my head when we were unruly teenagers putting away the groceries... but that's another story. MY POOR PHONE. I was positive it was destroyed. Bella and I both walk slowly over to the phone wondering what we are going to find when suddenly it starts beeping. I had a text message!! YEAH! My phone is still working. There is drool dripping down the wall and as I pick up the phone from the carpet, it slips out of my hand because, lets just say slimey is an understatement for anything this dog drops from her jowls. After toweling off the phone, it is good as new.. Well almost. On closer inspection, there are some teeth marks in the rubber backing, there are a few scratches across the front so texting could be a bit challenging, but it's still in one piece.
I better warn my husband when he gets home this weekend. He and the boy have been playing PS3 quite a bit lately; some new game "Twisted Metal". I don't think those controllers are much bigger than my phone... HHHMMM I dont' really care for video games anyway. Maybe we'll just see what happens the next time they leave those controllers on that little living room table.
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