First casualty of the dog: a pair of jeans.
I left work at 1:30 today, sick. I felt bad this morning, but was ok at lunch, where I ate cafeteria stir fry. Maybe it was the stir fry, maybe it was just a matter of time, but from noon until 1:30 I slowly got worse. When I found myself having passed 5 minutes with my elbows on my desk, head resting in my hands, I figured it was time to leave.
I zonked out on the couch for a half hour, not asleep but just out of it. Suddenly wondered where Leo was. Answer: gnawing on a pair of jeans I’d left on the floor (and that I last wore to the shelter, and they haven’t been washed). I got to them in time, with only two small frayed bits. Guess they’ll be “lounging” jeans now.
Zoya had a thing for shoe laces for about a week when we got her. I got out of the shower one morning and found her pulling on the laces of my tennis shoe. I scolded her, and went back into the bathroom. I looked back out 30 seconds later and she was back at it again. It only took a couple days to break the habit, though.
Welcome to the wonderful world of dog ownership!
No really, you can break them of things like that.