I got home from work Friday - I saw that the Dog Walker had been by at lunch but Abby didn't come to the door to greet me which was unusual.
As I walked in the dining room, I spot this piece of wood on the floor ??? It looks like the new trim from the kitchen, put up after the new tile went in and before the new cabinets go in and walls are prepped and painted.
Yup. But How? And Why? Abby's NOT a chewer nor does she play with sticks or other hard toys, just her stuffies.
There - in the crack between the cabinet that's coming out and wall was a stray treat. Dad can snag that and throw it away.
She must have tried to fetch it with her paw, catching the edge of the newly installed trim and it popped right off, breaking as it did so. Abby?
No - some other dog did that. But seriously Mom, you've been way stingy with the treats.
I worship at the portable treat alter, and there were NONE. Just some protein powder made out of ground up yard gnomes and honey.
Someone put them up where I can't grab the whole bag. I was FORCED to scrounge for a stale dust bunny-infused treat.
OK Abby You're forgiven, Dad can make a new piece of trim later, we're going to the store now.
Honey - while we're gone - let's put the chain saw up as well, OK?