I was mad I wasn’t allowed to join my dad downstairs. I’m a toothy jerk.
I went downstairs in our house to take a timed online final, leaving my dog upstairs, blocked by a closed door so she wouldn’t disturb me. She spent the next three hours barking and howling, and, it turns out, trying to chew through the door to come and see me. And she wasn’t the least bit sorry. Toothy jerk.
See how much she loves and wanted you . . she knew you were close and definitely wanted to be near you, so you can’t blame her. Don’t replace the door — long after she is gone, it will remind you of her love for you!! Take care and love your dog regardless of her behavior!!
this is a loving post.
Janet, I don’t know you. but from your reply, I would like you as a friend!
Claudette, I agree! I love seeing my dog’s scratches on my Dad’s door (RIP, pretty girl). And it was very hard to paint over her marks on my walls. Janet, you’re a sweetheart!
Looks like that door was lip-smacking good, haha!
I would chew through the door for you too………….there is no end to devotion!
That was lovely, Janet.
We have an old wooden slider rocker that our beloved Tara used as her chew toy when she was teething. As a piece of furniture, I’m not crazy about it. As a memento and reminder of her, I will keep it forever.
Awwww. We put our three wieners in the kitchen area when we are gone. Came home one night and they had chewed around the borders…… Lol