We had a lovely time on our vacation, and by all accounts the pets had a lovely vacation from us. Apollo, who had the run of the place while we were gone, has most of his fur back from the chicken incident- no opportunities to sneak people food when there were no people, of course, and the dogs had a blast at Grandma’s, where they were spoiled, treated, and brushed into oblivion. Even Koa had to work to muster up some enthusiasm when we returned.
For the most part, they were good, was the report. Brody, who is by and large past his destructive chewing tendencies, had a moment when they were left alone for a few hours and ate one of Grandma’s hardcover novels. “Just the first twenty chapters,” she reported, “and I was past that point in the book, so that’s good.”
I’m not pleased, though I’m glad he didn’t eat the ending, or any myriad other things that would assure he would never be invited back. I know most of us have horror stories of things the pets have destroyed at home, but does anyone have a really bad horror story of something their pet has done while a guest at someone else’s house? I’m compiling a list.