The dog ate it

When Jamie and I get ready in the morning, Finnegan lies just at the intersection of the bathroom and the bedroom, so that he can flick his eyes back and forth to monitor our ablutions and arrangements, without having to work too hard to maintain a doleful visage. (And though Jamie insists that the latter is a function of pedigree rather than disposition, I remain suspect.) Weekends, in the current canine conception, are the Sunday and Monday when Daddy tends to work at home for a few hours. That hasn’t been the case lately. Vengeance was his.

He really has been very good. Our sofas and tables, while heavily drooled upon, have never been chewed. But over the last few weeks he has been gradually ratcheting up the shred-while-you’re-gone strategy. It started innocuously enough: an errant paper towel, a neighborhood flier, my pay stub. Now he is in his electronics phase. It began with a Netflix CD a week and a half back. And then this. It may not be obvious, but the picture is of what was once the remote for our cable box. Luckily, the batteries remain outside the dog. I suspect some of that plastic got swallowed; I just have to hope it makes it back out the other end. There may be no punishment that can match his own shame.

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  1. Jenn
    Posted 4/28/2003 at 9:13 am | Permalink

    He definitely looks like he could do a lot more damage than breaking a remote control. And since he seems to be escalating in his destruction, I would watch out! :)

  2. Posted 4/28/2003 at 1:40 pm | Permalink

    I wonder if a dog with an Anarchist master would become an anarchist dog…

  3. Barbara
    Posted 4/28/2003 at 3:15 pm | Permalink

    Add an 11-year-old into the mix, and you get entire packs of bubble gum that mysteriously disappear from tabletops, only to reveal themselves later in the form of pink tin-foil dog poop!

  4. Barbara
    Posted 4/28/2003 at 3:42 pm | Permalink

    And, now that he is a known terrorist, he is under the dominion of Homeland Security and the USA PATRIOT Act. Which makes it possible for him to be subjected to “search and seizure,” or in this case, seizure and search.

  5. Jeff
    Posted 4/29/2003 at 12:16 pm | Permalink

    Finnegan: The revolution will NOT be televised. WOOF!

  6. Rana
    Posted 5/7/2003 at 1:07 pm | Permalink

    Have you tried giving him big rawhide chew bones? I housesat a large dog once who devoured 3 (!) remotes before I figured this out.

  7. Alex
    Posted 5/7/2003 at 2:06 pm | Permalink

    Unfortunately, he inhales the biggest size available. He’s through them in 15 minutes, and we have to worry about him swallowing large chunks. We still give him big rawhide bones, but we can’t leave him with them. He has some safer bones, but he still ate the remote. I guess I’m happy that he isn’t eating the couch or something.

  8. Posted 5/8/2003 at 12:27 am | Permalink

    Hmm… would one of those “Kong” toys appeal to him? Some of them you can tuck treats into, and they’re virtually indestructable.

  9. Alex
    Posted 5/8/2003 at 11:27 am | Permalink

    Yup, that’s what we use (I think). He has two bones for heavy chewers: a black rubbery one that (I think) is made by Kong, and one that is really dense. Unfortunately, he still ate the remote :). The best solution seems to be just to keep attractive things away from him. He hasn’t gone after anything lately, so I think the harm has passed (?).

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