The worst part about this is I can’t get properly mad at her. It’s my fault for leaving it where she could get it when I knew of her addiction.
Polaris is almost a year old now, a pure-bred mutt of undistinguishable parentage. (Even the vet is stumped.) She’s also a thief. This morning, she stole a piece of KFC chicken, consumed it whole, and a tissue which she joyfully shredded all over the floor.
But what really got me going was when the X-Box controller fell off of the top of the console. “That’s odd,” I thought, since no one was around it. “Ain’t gravity the damndest thing.”
I picked it up and discovered the cord had been neatly severed in the center. Polaris stood there, watching me. “Did you do this?” I gasped, holding it out to her. She ducked. Now, I know that she was just reacting to the outrage in my voice, but it sure looked like conciousness of guilt.
I swore. I swore long, loud and colorfully. This is the third fucking controller she has destroyed! She’s going to end up electrocuting herself with her passion for cords.
I was so angry that I wanted to punish her, (isolation is what works best for her) but, of course, I couldn’t. Who knows when she chewed the cord? Her little two-watt brain has probably already lost the connection, since dogs have such a weak grasp of cause-and-effect unless the consequences are immediate.
So, I go in to fill their fountain waterer, and discover that the pump is no longer running. “That’s odd,” I thought. “It must have come unplugged.”
No, that wasn’t it. Two guesses what it was. Yep. She had chewed the cord. The copper wires were showing through. My god, it’s a miracle she didn’t die.
Today, my task is to coat all of the wires that are accessible with hot-pepper juice. It worked on the baseboards. Maybe she’ll remeber the smell and avoid it from now on.
God! Stupid dog. Stupid owner for leaving the controller where she could get to it.