Sunday, November 13, 2016

Abi Tried To Chew Up A Glue Board

I guess I forgot to tell you all about this little disaster with Abi. It happened a couple of weeks ago.

I've told you about the problem with mice here. Well, maintenance put some of those sticky black things in here. I understand they're called glue boards, after googling them.

On a recent Friday night I was relaxing in the bath tub when I heard this manic scratching sound. I look up and see Abi is pawing at herself on the floor in the hall. 

Staring at me as if to say: "Help, Ma!" 

I think: Well, what on earth? And quickly get out of the tub.



(Here she is yesterday. Can you see where Charlie is?)

It took me a minute or so to figure out the problem, because she was frantically clawing at herself. Then I realize that she's stuck to one of those mouse sticky things. I mean REALLY stuck. 

Lordy Pete.

She had tried to chew it and had it all over her, and she was sticking to herself. Paws to face, etc. You get the picture. And it was in pieces because of her chewing it. 

I was not thrilled to be faced with this just after my nice relaxing bath. But I didn't have any choice in the matter. 

I didn't know if it would harm her. So my heart was racing as I grabbed up the scissors and took her where I could see the situation in a bright light.

It took forever to cut her fur away from that darned thing! It was stuck to me by then. To the scissors, to the bathroom sink. To everything we came in contact with.

After that I can tell you I got all of those things out of here. 

I called maintenance and they said it wouldn't hurt her. Just stick to her. 

Yes, well I knew that. Still I worried. But she seems to be okay a few weeks later.

You can imagine what her fur cut looks like. Choppy. Like a toddler took the scissors to her. Andrew could have easily done this job.

Charlie never seems to get in these messes. He only perks up at the sight of another dog or a cat or a squirrel.

Maybe Abi is just more curious about things. Or maybe it was her way of getting attention. 

I don't recall, but perhaps I had gone out that day. 

Sometimes she finds ways to punish me for leaving her, like shredding papers she manages to get to. 

Well, she punished both of us that time for sure.

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