Monte Carlo is the newest member of our family – we adopted him at a Petco store the week before Christmas. He’s a Manchester Terrier, between 2 to 4 years old, and poor thing had been at the shelter since June. He’s a very smart, very affectionate dog, and has adapted quickly to living chez nous, although he still has to learn not to eat garbage on the street, and that walking on the leash like a gentleman means one doesn’t chase after squirrels.
Mr F was at a meeting this morning, and when I went out, I didn’t put Monte Carlo in his crate, but left him to roam in the kitchen/dining room as we’ve been doing the past couple of weeks. Big mistake! Although he was only alone for about half an hour he managed to have a jolly good time playing with the contents of Mr F’s briefcase (which was lying on the floor in the dining room). He chewed the soft leather glasses case into shreds, luckily without damaging the glasses, but then he found Mr F’s less-than-a-year-old Canon camera, in its nice soft leather case which he obviously enjoyed chewing because you can see his teeth marks all over the front of the camera, and the LCD glass at the back is cracked, so if you switch it on… well, you can’t switch it on.
When I came home and Mr F showed me the dog’s handiwork, I said,”If Monte Carlo had chewed my camera, I would’ve sent him back to the shelter.” Mr F was horrified that I’d say something so mean. Of course I wouldn’t be so mean to send him back, but my briefcase was also lying on the floor in the dining room, and if he had chewed up my glasses and camera, I don’t think I’d be able to forgive the dog as quickly as Mr F did. Could you?
Although I have a lovely desk in the spare room, I prefer to write at the dining table, because I can see the garden, and I love to watch the humming birds visiting the flowers, which reminds me, did I tell you that a hummingbird flew into my house a couple of weeks ago?
Elizabeth and I were sitting at the table eating lunch when the bird darted in, fluttered around the living room, and flew straight out.
It took our breath away.
Have Mr F and I learned our lesson and put everything out of reach of the dog? Besides my briefcase, all my computer cords and cables and whatnot are lying on the floor next to my chair. How can I protect them from the terrier’s little busy teeth? I can’t put the extension cord and all the various plugs on the table. And if find something like a shoebox to cover them with, will it be an invitation for an inquisitive dog?