Rommel was more advanced
in his destruction. He was houdini dog and would
break out of his crate first
by opening the door, then when I padlocked the
door on both sides he would
thrash around until he loosened up some of the
bolts. Once we replaced
the plastic bolts with heavy duty metal ones, he
could no longer get out.
One time when he broke out of his crate he got
into my husband's sea bag
(long, green, round bags the military issues) by
eating a hole in the bottom
of it. He had stuff all over the house. He
chewed up my husband's shaving
bag in the bathtub, had clothes EVERYWHERE...
what a mess. He also
ate a hole out of the middle front of my husbands St.
Louis Blues hockey jersey
(of course it was the official, expensive kind),
ate the head off of a stuffed
armadillo a friend had given me, ate a
pincushion with the pins
in it... Actually he did pretty well with us. The
people who had him before
we rescued him reported larger damages. A sofa, a
dresser, bags of clothes,
wiring off the side of the house, parts of a
fence... he was really bored
and neglected there. If I left him outside too
long he'd get destructive.
I had an 8 foot tall ficus tree out on our porch
when we lived on base in
California. I heard this rustling and when I
looked out he'd chopped
the thing down at the trunk, right above the dirt.
He also chewed a hole into
the middle of a heavy wood door. I learned I was
quite talented in patching
with wood putty and spackling after that
incident. He and Cerberus
also would dig huge holes, it looked like they
were trying to dig out of
the yard, starting at the center.
What fun they are, I must
be masochistic to get a puppy. A week from
tomorrow I'm going to pick
her up. Yay! They do turn out to be such
wonderful companions though,
don't they?
