Dog Shark

Our dog is a voracious eater of books. Yes, eater, not reader. She’s smart, but not that smart. If given half the chance, she could digest a sizeable library in one sitting. Books for some odd reason seem to be her next favorite chewing toy, second only to electrical wires (especially those connected to expensive equipment, like computers). I have spent well over $100 in resupplying the county library with Poe’s many literary victims. Since she is well over a year old now, and presumably, that is when dogs have all their adult teeth, I have concluded that she must be part shark, replacing her teeth every few months for a new, razor sharp set that can lacerate a book to papery threads in seconds flat.

She’s also sneaky. She is forbidden to be on the couch. Whenever she hears me approaching the living room, by the time I might actually catch her red-pawed, all I see is obpeequious Poe primly sitting on the floor, innocently licking her butt or some other distasteful spot, curiously overly preoccupied in her grooming--all of this taking place suspiciously close to the couch. The idea of forbidding her to occupy the couch is presumably because of dog hair. However, the cats keep our furniture blanketed in layers of fur, so I’m not sure what the point is.

I guess I could argue that we want to keep the texture consistent.