I normaly think that Jack is a Good Dog. He is not yappy, occasionaly sits on my lap or lets me rub his tummy. He is housebroken and a good watchdog. But this morning he was a capital “B” Bad Dog. For some reason he decided that chewing up a pencil was a good thing to do at 5:30 in the morning. I was still asleep. His chewing plan was going ok until he bit off about a two inch section of the pencil, and it got lodged between his upper teeth. Not fun anymore was it Jack? Needless to say, he was making unusual noise, and thrashing about. This of course woke me up early. Urgh.
One of the benefits of having an eight pound dog is that you can pick him up easily. Jack was put into the kitchen sink, so he would not have a lot of room to move, and I pulled the pencil out of his mouth. No cuts, no slivers of pencil in his mouth, and no real harm done other than me panicking. No $300 emergency vet bill. Where did he get the pencil you might ask? From the dining room table. We have both learned our lesson: Jack’s was not to chew on pencils, and mine was to put all pencils (along with pens, just as a precaution) up where he can’t get them.
And after all of that, himself became a piece of velcro untill I left for work.
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