Has Your Pet Ever Broken Something?

No complaints with my new dog - She is incredibly coordinated and navigates around all my vintage glassware and wine bottles (-:

That being said, she did scratch some doors and gates initially when left alone. But, she's worth any damage incurred!

I once had a German Shepherd that ate a motorcycle (including fenders and license plate on Triumph Trident) and my best friend dog Murray (named after baseball great Eddie Murray) ate the newly finished entry hall (I had just finished the woodworking, put down the tile, and hung the curtains.) Murray chewed up the steps and the window moldings, tore up the flooring, and pulled the curtains and rods down, leaving things bent and shredded. I was only gone a couple hours, but it was the first time I left him home alone. When I returned, he was ecstatically happy and didn't understand that I was a BIT pissed! I had this best friend for over twelve years before he died at age 15, and he never did another bad thing after that!
 

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I was in my twenties and went with my girlfriend to visit her parents, who were elderly and owned a little hotel in a beach town. They had an eight-month-old dog. I don't know what she was, but she was rust-colored with black markings on her face and was just adorable. It was a good thing because she was a wild Indian. When we walked into their apartment, that little beast was literally running around the room on top of the furniture. Her parents said that they just couldn't handle her and were going to get rid of her. I looked at my girlfriend and, in a moment of insanity, said, “I'll take her”.

I had another dog, a Norwegian Elkhound, named Shana (Shayna), who was a lovely, well-behaved dog. My new little fur ball was already named Kelly when I adopted her. That little creature drove me to drink, lol. She was soooo bad. Smart, but bad. It took me a while to get her under control.

My girlfriend, who had a business around the corner from where I lived, would come around in the late morning and again in the afternoon to let the dogs out into the yard to run around a bit and do their business. I would come home from work and the little nut job would have emptied the trash bins, even though they were covered, and trash was all over the house. So I had the bright idea 🥴 to put her leash on and slip the handle under the kitchen table leg, so she couldn't run all over the house. At the time, there was indoor outdoor carpeting in the kitchen. I came home from work and there she was still attached to the table, but she'd dug a huge hole in the carpet and chewed up a couple of the chairs and the door frame that was next to the table. She was so happy to see me, lol! I know she wasn't lonely because Shana was there, but she must've been po'd being tied up.

I didn't even take my coat off and headed out to the pet store to buy a crate. OK, you little devil, it's time to go to jail for my peace of mind and to keep your hairy a** out of the ASPCA! Every morning she'd go into the crate. Well, she wouldn't exactly go in. At first, I had to drag her in. I laid a nice fluffy towel on the metal floor, so she would have something to lay on, gave her a small rawhide chew, and set a bowl of water inside. I came home from work and the bowl of water was knocked over and chewed up and the towel was ripped to shreds. The next day, there was no towel and no water. As I said, my girlfriend would come around to let them out, so I knew she wouldn't die of thirst. This went on for a couple of months.

Then one day, as I was getting ready to leave, she went and sat by the door of the crate. I went to the crate, and she looked up at me. I pointed to the inside of the crate, and she went in! After a while, the crate was no longer necessary. She was allowed to roam freely. She would pull clothes out of the hamper but never destroy them. I'd come home and find her laying on them. She was a handful, but I loved her.

She was smart and easy to train. I could teach her just about any trick in twenty minutes. Give me your paw, right one, left one. Roll over, jump the stick, play dead, fetch it. I even taught her not to bark in the morning. Well, I can't take all the credit for that. Shana helped, lol. When she wanted to go out before I got up, she didn't bark. She jumped on and off the bed until I got up to let her out! She was a pistol, lol.

Bella ✌️
 
Bella, I had a dog that needed crate training too. I came home to half an eaten shoe, no kidding, half the shoe missing, a plant tore up, bedding including the sheets on the floor. And a look on the dog that said "not me"

After awhile, Shadow considered that crate her home, went for naps and such in there.
 

Aidan broke my daughter's glasses last night when he landed on them as he jumped on her bed. I bet she replaced them with another flimsy pair that has heart shaped lenses, with the temples screwed into the lenses. I think he broke the first pair of these glasses, too, again accidentally.

He has broken several lamps -- mostly floor lamps -- due to racing around with the zoomies.

As long as he doesn't break me, or another human being, I'm good. Other animals aren't in danger.
 
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