There are days when Fritzy does not chew. Then there was last week. I came home to find the remains of my hair brush decorating the floor. I looked at the chunks of plastic pieces and asked Dan, "What did she chew up today?"
"It was only your hair brush."
I explained calmly that if he's not going to supervise her, he'd have to start cleaning up after her. At this point I'm not sure which one of the juvenile delinquents I most want to throttle.
When I went out on the back porch I found one of Dan's gloves lying on the floor. It was still intact - just missing it's mate. I asked Dan, "Where's your gloves?" He answered that they were in the living room by his chair." I just smiled and handed him the one I found.
Later I caught her playing with matches. Can arson be far behind? She had hit Tom's tobacco stash and stolen a book of matches. My little thief didn't stop there. She took two of his caps. Moved her plunder outside under a bush in the farthest part of the back yard.
Yes she has a designated site where she stashes her ill gotten plunder. I found the remains of the two caps and a dissected box of Almond Roca Cookie Mix, previously sitting on the kitchen table waiting to be made. Interestingly she didn't open the individual packages, just the outside box. Did I say she might be ADHD? She is very easily distracted - thank goodness. But I did not find the missing glove.
I asked Tom if he had seen the glove in the basement. He hadn't. What he did show me was very upsetting. She had eaten the corners off his pocket bible. And chewed up his reading glasses. Leather seems to be her flavor of choice.
For the next day and a half Dan would show Baby Fritzy the glove and asked her what she had done with the other one. I see you shaking your head - I know you think our household has gone to the dogs. On second thought you may be right.
Amazingly I found the glove on the back porch by the outside door. She must have finally remembered where she hid it. I was glad she returned it no worse for wear.
I don't know why but it's really hard to stay mad at her. There's just something about that dog.