Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Feed me................MONEY!
This little guy, also know around the homestead as "mommy's little angel", seems to know how to really get at the Roommate----right through the wallet. Seems this little cutie loves tearing up money into tiny 1/4 inch squares and then scatter the pieces all over the house so the destroyed bills are no longer rebuildable. Seems you've got to tape them together with the serial numbers still verifiable in order to cash it in for a whole, yet equal value, bill. Rufus has been ripping though money since we got him 2.5 years ago and I figure he's most likely eaten through enough money to equal the amount it would cost to replace him with a decent, non-shredding dog, but the new and improved version would probably have some other equally annoying bad habit, like quietly sitting at your feet while you watched a movie or actually fetching a ball thrown for him. Yeah, pretty scary getting stuck with something like THAT? Leave well enough alone, I say.
I can totally understand the allure of dirty, smelly, sweaty money and how wonderfully tempting all those smells are for a dog, I know I wouldn't be able to control myself when I saw a small mound of wadded up bills sitting on the buffet in the dining room. But checks? He chews up checks too, and not just ones filled out for may dollars, pay to the order of the Roommate, which would most like have the scent of whomever wrote out the check---that I could see. He also chews up entire checkbooks, fresh, clean and waiting to be filled out. The Roommate thinks he has an obsession with money, so I say we toss him a roll of quarters and let him go to town.
Oh, here's a thought……maybe he has a gambling problem and he tears up money so we can't tell how much he lost exactly. And the check books, we wouldn't know if any were missing or how much they were written for. He has been hanging out in front of the local bingo parlor lately and I've caught him playing craps from time to time with the cat. I think I'll drop him off at gambler's anonymous on my way to the reservation's casino, I think it's on the way.
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Penny eats socks.
If I leave my closet door open, she goes through the dirty clothes hamper till she finds a sock she really likes, then she chews it through the night.
Bitch.
Give him that damn Canadian money!
Monolopy money I brought home from Prague.......it's worthless.
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