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Deer in the Headlights, Dog in the Hamper
It was such a gorgeous and unseasonably warm day yesterday, I took Ebony for walkies when I got home. About halfway round, we came to an unusual sight: this gal, just standing in a driveway:



Eventually, we saw why: she had a gimpy leg.  She also looked rail-thin.  And as you can see from the Highly Professional Video Wot I Took, Ebony paid her no attention whatsoever (as opposed to pee on a tree, which she beelines for every time):



I filled the birdfeeder last night in hopes she'd hop her way over here. No sign of that by morning (although the birds and squirrels were quite pleased). We hope she's okay.

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Also on the walk, Eleanor passed us as she was coming home from work.  She looked at me funny and said, "What the hell happened to your shirt?"

I hadn't noticed.  But clearly the answer was: Ebony happened to it. It was a workout shirt earned by doing a stupid number of workouts in a single week a few months ago, and while she didn't eat the HELL WEEK logo, she basically chewed off a good corner of the front collar below the right shoulder. (Not while I was wearing it, but still.)

This has been becoming more of a Thing for both of us.  I'm working longer hours- I figured out yesterday that I have fifteen active bankruptcy cases awaiting filing to various extents, plus plenty of work to do in at least a half dozen other already-filed ones- and we've been going out more to everything from movies to lectures to Eleanor's chanting activities.  So I think the grrl is just lonely.

I've done a decent job of keeping her out of the dirty laundry, but she's taken to devouring the not-quite-ready-to-wash items that get laid around on backs of furniture.  Twice in recent weeks, she's taken big chunks out of one corner panel of my bathrobe, and she's shown quite a fondness for belt-like things, including one recently retired one and a couple of heart monitor straps (fortunately not the one I use regularly).

So when I saw the latest damage, I decided enough was enough: it was time for an old piece of furniture to come out of the closet.

Years ago, we rearranged our bedroom furniture, with this office becoming my go-to spot for all of my clothes.  There's a three-drawer highboy-ish dresser that had been my father's (with a foldout desktop below the top drawer) that holds most of my foldable clothes; a matching lower one, which was Mom's, got moved to inside my closet, and held office supplies when I worked mostly from home, ancient electronics and wires and such, with one drawer for actual clothes.  All my back business records from this decade resided on top. Unfortunately, there wasn't room in either for all of my ever-accumulating t-shirt collection, culled from various races, concerts and other events.  I'd taken to just leaving them on top of pieces of furniture, which made them easy pickings for the dog.

No mas. I cleared a space in the bedroom where it used to be, removed all of the office supplies, hauled it back and filled the now-empty top drawer with all of Ebony's impromptu snacks.  Then I rescued an old bookcase which had been sitting empty in the cellar, and all the boxes of business records now reside in and on it.  I also cleaned a butt-ton of crap from around, behind and next to the dresser, and reorganized the small portion of it remaining on the floor next to the bookcase that's now in there.  The dog, of course, immediately marched in to check out the new hidey-hole, and was instantly evicted from it.

We don't clear out stuff nearly as often as we should- but when we do, it's a great feeling of satisfaction seeing the cleaned-up result.  As for Ebony's loneliness, we'll try to pay her more attention when we're home.  Or maybe we can adopt a wounded deer...
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From: weebleswobble Date: February 25th, 2017 11:56 pm (UTC) (Link)
maybe throw one of her toys in bed with you so it smells like you, then when you're gone and she goes after stuff that smells like you - she'll go for the toy instead?

i had a dog who had a thing for my dirty socks. she'd pull them out of my laundry basked and make a little nest of them for herself and roll around on them like they were the best thing ever. clean socks? wouldnt touch em. only wanted the dirty ones.
captainsblog From: captainsblog Date: February 26th, 2017 01:34 am (UTC) (Link)
I'm going to try a supply of rawhides to give her something to legally chew on. When we had the two dogs, they seemed uninterested, but then Tasha never devoured clothes like this one does.
captainsblog From: captainsblog Date: February 26th, 2017 11:24 pm (UTC) (Link)
Update: I brought one home as a test subject. (A fairly expensive "99% digestible" beef flavored one.) Tossed it on the back of the love seat where most of her clothing conquests originated.

She seemed nonplussed. Eventually she grabbed it, marched it around the house,....



....begged to take it outside (HELLZ TO THE NO), and finally dropped it on the dining room floor. Eventually, though, she got clear on the concept and devoured it. I'd been afraid I was going to have to buy tiny little onesies to wrap it in so she'd pay attention to it.

From: weebleswobble Date: February 27th, 2017 04:05 am (UTC) (Link)
maybe she wants something softer to chew on? i mean its your clothes she's chewing on, not your shoes or furniture.
tilia_tomentosa From: tilia_tomentosa Date: February 27th, 2017 12:03 am (UTC) (Link)
Isn't there any wildlife rescue organization to call about that deer?
tilia_tomentosa From: tilia_tomentosa Date: February 27th, 2017 12:03 am (UTC) (Link)
Isn't there any wildlife rescue organization to call about that deer?
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