Not again, Danny! - Part II

Danny and the Shaver

Two weeks back Ross and his wife came to stay with us for a few days. They stayed in the guest room, which shares the same floor as Danny. (Yes, I know. I pity them too.)

One morning, Ross left his shaver on the coffee table and headed back into his room. Danny poked his head out, and as usual, made a bee-line for the most unusual object in the room which can fit between his jaws.

He brought it up to the dining room, where he proceeded to gnaw on the most interesting part of the shaver. After a bit, he succeeded in removing the cover, breaking off the whole head and, well, I think you can guess what happened next.

He ran around the dining room, leaving a long blood trail before hiding under the table with the fur around his mouth all pink.

Mom was the first to see the carnage. She grabbed hold of Danny and tried to pry his mouth open. When he refused to let her take a look, she panicked.

I came down to find mom under the table hunting for a piece of tongue which she was hoping to pack in ice and let the vet surgically reattach.

Despite the drama, Danny had merely cut his tongue. By afternoon, he was drinking water and by evening he was eating happily.

The biggest damage was to my pocket. I had to run down to the store and spend $20 on a new shaver for Ross.

The only change in Danny was that he was quietest he's been in a long while.

What can I say? He's built like a tank.

Not again, Danny!

If I could, I would have placed the above title in caps, italics and bold.

I haven't blogged in a really long time. I've been completely swamped at work but decided that I need to do something before May passes without a single post.

In case you've been thinking that it's cos Danny's been such a good boy, ........


...........................NOTHING COULD BE FURTHER FROM THE TRUTH.

I vaguely recall that in an earlier post I said something along the lines of Danny getting a whole lot better, blah, blah, blah. Well, it looks like I have to chuck all my words into a blender and send it down my gullet.

Danny and the Exercise Machine
A few weekends ago, I was torn between watching a DVD and spending quality time with Danny. So I decided to do both. I headed to the basement and Danny-proofed the room. This meant:

a) taking all the cushions and other small objects and placing them on higher ground
b) hiding and/or covering all electrical sockets
c) spreading newspaper over his favourite spots
d) bringing down an array of chew toys

Once everything was in place, I brought Danny down and popped in the DVD. Everything went fine for the next half hour. He sat on my lap and quietly chewed his toys, running off occasionally to get a new one.

Then he got bored. He started jumping on me and trying to get at the cushions. He managed to snatch one, at which point I stopped the DVD and chased him all around the room to get it back. Honestly, if i wanted exercise, I'd go to the gym.

After that, it was one eye on the dvd and the other on our friend. Whenever he seemed to be doing something naughty, I yelled "NO" and he stopped.

He eventually settled in a corner and I went back to my show. However, after a while, I began noticing a gnawing sound which was progressively getting louder. I thought it was his hard bone toy, and then I realised he didn't have one any more.

It turns out our friend was chewing on my mom's brand new Ogawa exercise machine, and had successfuly gnawed away at the corner of the rubber mat.

Here's a shot. Can you see it?




No? Well, here's a closer view of the corner. It's got this rat-nibbled pattern now.

Here's one of the other corners for comparison.

I smacked him hard and threatened to shave him bald and use his fur to patch the mat. He did try his best to look sorry and didn't even make a fuss when I chucked him back in his room.

HOWEVER....an hour later, Rhoda let him out. He shot upstairs (he knows he's not allowed upstairs), went into my bathroom and pee-ed right on the floor.

ARRRGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!

(Stay tuned to Part II: Danny and the Shaver)