Literally.
Last night, I came home to find our federal returns -- forms, W2s, envelope and all -- in tiny pieces all over the floor of our office. Our 7-month-old puppy stood innocently nearby.
All that's left...
I had left the door between the office and the hallway open, thinking I'd give our pup one last chance to prove she could handle some freedom (she previously chewed through the cord on our brand-new printer).
Dumb, dumb, dumb idea.
Ziggy apparently decided the federal returns were particularly tasty, as the state returns sat, untouched, on the desk.
Luckily, my mother-in-law, who figures out our taxes, had made copies. Smart, smart woman. She has offered to redo the federal returns, and we have offered a free dinner.
The face of evil...sort ofSo what does a dog get for chewing up the taxes? A $22 toy, that's what. Yes, mom went to Petco and bought an Extreme Kong chew toy for the naughty pup, hoping she'd take her boredom out on the big black rubber toy instead of furniture, cords and important documents.

The shredded paper trail is...
Back to page topThe shredded paper trail is a common sight in my home as well. I never did get to use "the my dog ate my homework" excuse in high school, but as far as important document go, I have had to use that excuse before.
My brother and I own two dogs. Lennon is almost 5 years old, he only eats important things when he is mad about being left alone. Carl is also 7 months old, and he loves to act as our important document shredder. (By the way, I think he may be the cutest document shredder I have ever owned.) He too, is usually rewarded with kongs and the like. But he has about as much freedom as his kennel allows when no one is home.
We tried giving him a chance to grow from a puppy to a house-roaming big puppy a few weeks ago, bad idea.
We left him in a spare bedroom with a bone, a bed to sleep on, a window to look out and Lennon, his 5-year-old chew toy.
For some reason our mail was tastier than the bone or Lennon's ears.
We came home to a pile of shredded mail that was on a night stand. It was frustrating, but he's a puppy. We want to trust the little guy, but he loves mail. As we cleaned up the mess of Xcel and Qwest bills we noticed his bone didn't satisfy his hunger, as he ate half the night stand as well.
No more freedom for Carl. I hope he likes his kennel until he gains our trust some day down the road.
But how can you be mad at those cute little faces?
Wow! Puppies who eat...
Back to page topWow! Puppies who eat paper!?! How lucky you are... I can only dream of such a dreamy delight...
I've got nearly-seven-year-olds who surprise me regularly with their antics... shredded down comforters... emptied garbage... opening the refrigerator door and pulling out the carrots... eating four pounds of chocolate and winding up in the emergency room on a Friday night.
Oh... just put them in a kennel, you say? They chew through the plastic airline-approved ones to get free. Then get a wire crate, you say? Been there, done that... yielded three broken canine teeth and the subsequent root canals along with bent wires that no longer close properly.
What works? A daily hired dogwalker to add to the four miles they walk with me every day... well worth the expense, all things considered!
T.Phillips
Does your dog want carryout?...
Back to page topDoes your dog want carryout? I'll bring him my taxes. I really don't feel like doing them this year.