Yesterday, my an my parents went on a bit of a family outing to the closest pub, right? Leaving the five-month-old doggy all alone for once... We came home to a mess.
He got at a KFC flyer that had been thrown in the garbage and ripped it to shreads.
He broke a small little table... On which, my pomegranate sprouts. Luckily, they seem to have survived, as well as most of the pot and half the soil. They are now permanently staying in my room.
He doesn't seem to be suffering any ill effects of any sort, so it's safe to conclude that he hasn't swallowed any shards of the pots' coaster, which had shattered when everything hit the floor.
Now... He isn't a big dog. Strong, sure. But... How the hell did he manage to break--cleanly snap a leg off of--that table? Hell! I wouldn't even be able to do that! Then again, I'm weak, but...
Dad suggested that perhaps once the table toppled over, the dog jumped on it and broke it that way. He's only fourteen to fifteen pounds... The table would have moved with him, not just snapped.
Well.
At least he wasn't injured.
He's still a stupid, brash, uncouth (but cute) mutt, though. Why can't he be more... Lady-like?! Bah!
 coup DiS grace · Tue Aug 11, 2009 @ 01:59am · 0 Comments |
