So I haven't blogged about Grady in a while and maybe you're thinking it's because he's growing up and growing out of his old "puppy" behaviors. I was hoping so, too. Unfortunately, it seems as though the only reason he was being good is because his owners were being extra careful about keeping things made of cotton and paper, out of his reach.
Last week, we had a sock relapse. Pat was the first home from work to find a big, black Nike ankle sock in Grady's crate with him, that he had thrown up during the day (thank God he didn't re-eat it, because I'm confident he lacks the common sense to do something like that). Even though the sock clearly fit someone with size 13 feet, Pat, out of good measure, still questioned me on the phone to make sure that I didn't own any big, black, Nike ankle socks. Once I confirmed that I didn't, he stated that he was pretty confident that it was his brother Michael's (Pat's brother's, not Grady's).
The next question we asked ourselves was, when would Grady have swallowed Michael's sock? It was December 8th and Grady hadn't been in contact with Michael, or his socks, since Friday, November 26th. That big, black, Nike ankle sock stayed in Grady's stomach for a full week and a half. Again, we are extremely lucky and thankful that Grady was able to pass it and that we got our approx. 37th get out of jail free card.
Tonight, when I got home from my first Zoomba class in over a year with a new instructor (who is just like my old instructor but on speed), I noticed a few pieces of cream cardstock. I couldn't for the life of my figure out what it used to be but I knew it was something that Grady had chewed up so I yelled at him and quickly left again to go get dinner with a friend, taking the pieces with me. While I was driving, I remembered that there was a manila file folder on our dining room table and realized that it was for sure what Grady had not just chewed up, but consumed at least 75% of the folder.
When I called Pat to tell him about the folder and ask him if he had anything important in it, he quickly answered no but asked if there were still three papers on the kitchen table. I told him that I had already left and didn't check the kitchen table. When I got home from dinner, Pat informed me that Grady had also consumed three entire pieces of letter size paper from the kitchen table. When I asked Pat if they were important, it was obvious that they were.
Grady ate all of Pat's College Football Bowl Brackets. And they weren't blank. Pat had already filled them all out. I think we all know how serious Pat is about his football. It was a big loss to him. But for some reason, all I could do was laugh. After all of the blogging I do about Pat and his football, the irony of it all was too much for me.
Unlike the manila folder, Pat had no remnants of the papers left. Luckily, he probably remembers every team that he picked for each of the different brackets because he actually uses his knowledge and love of the game to pick the winners. Unlike me, who picks based on the team name, team colors or even city/state where they are located.
So no, Grady is not out of this "puppy" stage of eating things and I'm losing faith that he ever will be. He is soooo lucky he's cute. :)
Last week, we had a sock relapse. Pat was the first home from work to find a big, black Nike ankle sock in Grady's crate with him, that he had thrown up during the day (thank God he didn't re-eat it, because I'm confident he lacks the common sense to do something like that). Even though the sock clearly fit someone with size 13 feet, Pat, out of good measure, still questioned me on the phone to make sure that I didn't own any big, black, Nike ankle socks. Once I confirmed that I didn't, he stated that he was pretty confident that it was his brother Michael's (Pat's brother's, not Grady's).
The next question we asked ourselves was, when would Grady have swallowed Michael's sock? It was December 8th and Grady hadn't been in contact with Michael, or his socks, since Friday, November 26th. That big, black, Nike ankle sock stayed in Grady's stomach for a full week and a half. Again, we are extremely lucky and thankful that Grady was able to pass it and that we got our approx. 37th get out of jail free card.
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| The remains of what once was a manila file folder |
When I called Pat to tell him about the folder and ask him if he had anything important in it, he quickly answered no but asked if there were still three papers on the kitchen table. I told him that I had already left and didn't check the kitchen table. When I got home from dinner, Pat informed me that Grady had also consumed three entire pieces of letter size paper from the kitchen table. When I asked Pat if they were important, it was obvious that they were.
Grady ate all of Pat's College Football Bowl Brackets. And they weren't blank. Pat had already filled them all out. I think we all know how serious Pat is about his football. It was a big loss to him. But for some reason, all I could do was laugh. After all of the blogging I do about Pat and his football, the irony of it all was too much for me.
Unlike the manila folder, Pat had no remnants of the papers left. Luckily, he probably remembers every team that he picked for each of the different brackets because he actually uses his knowledge and love of the game to pick the winners. Unlike me, who picks based on the team name, team colors or even city/state where they are located.
So no, Grady is not out of this "puppy" stage of eating things and I'm losing faith that he ever will be. He is soooo lucky he's cute. :)
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Grady is a cute doggy! :D