Mishka has been with us now for a little over a week. In that brief time I have had to pry the following things out of her mouth:
1)dirt
2) grass
3)leaves
4) sticks
5) a dirty diaper
6) Hurricane's socks
7) Hurricane's pajama bottoms (and only the bottoms but she has gone after them many times)
8) The Cat
9) a chair
10) the recliner
11) the highchair
12) her bed
13) a flip flop
14) the carpet
15) the pantry door
16) her leash
17)the sliding glass door's blinds
18) a stair
19) a DVD (Nanny Mcphee, I'm not sure if this is a comment on the movie or she just really likes the taste of DVD's)
20) several slugs
21) flowers
22) stones
23)my bed
24) the pillows
25) my abdomenizer stretchy workout thing (Yay! Go dog!)
26) my husband's lunchbox
And each time I've caught her with one of these things in her mouth, she looks up at me with those ridiculous raised eyebrows and waits to see what I will do. Occasionally, if the forbidden treat is especially good (as those slugs must be given the way she would lock her jaw), she will run.
Prying slobbery dead slugs from this dog's mouth is most definitely not on my list of favorite things.
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There was a day, shortly after we got her, that Greta escaped from her crate. We call it The Day Greta Ate The House (capitalization necessary). We don't talk about it much...the trauma was just too much.
Good luck with the slugs.
I think I could be semi-ok with the other things that I've pried from her mouth but the slugs are just too much. I pretend they are chocolate. Alimy, slithering chocolate.
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