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.