Girl: Miss Plainwell! A dog ate my homework! Miss Plainwell: You don't have any homework due. Girl: Uh-oh. Miss Plainwell: Uh-oh? Girl: I wonder what my dog did eat. Miss Plainwell: Perhaps your list of implausible excuses.
I had one dog that tried to eat everything. He was a very smart dog, but he was very attached, too, and whenever I left the house, he’d get really upset. He would always find SOMETHING to tear up. Sometimes video tapes, books, whatever was on my desk, etc. It got to the point that I left a sacrificial paper by the door. He stopped when he got older, and he’s gone now, but I still miss him. Couldn’t crate train him, either. He bloodied himself trying to get out when I closed the door once. He was used to being able to open all doors (he really could).
I had one dog that tried to eat everything. He was a very smart dog, but he was very attached, too, and whenever I left the house, he’d get really upset. He would always find SOMETHING to tear up. Sometimes video tapes, books, whatever was on my desk, etc. It got to the point that I left a sacrificial paper by the door. He stopped when he got older, and he’s gone now, but I still miss him. Couldn’t crate train him, either. He bloodied himself trying to get out when I closed the door once. He was used to being able to open all doors (he really could).