It’s a Good Thing She Couldn’t Find the Shaving Cream…

This is the story of what can happen when you don’t pay attention; when you are busy with buying a car; when you dash out of the house leaving the dog with access to the bathroom; the same bathroom where you have left a used 3-bladed razor without the top on it laying on top of the bathtup within her reach….and it’s bright yellow and sure to capture her attention.  This is the story of how the stupid redheaded-stepchild came home with a new car and saw something relatively shiny at the top of the stairs, turned on the light and discovered a chewed-up razor only to turn around and fly down the stairs missing several at a time in search of a dog who was certainly slashed from here to kingdom come.  This is what I found on the stairs:

Thankfully, she tore it apart, and chewed the plastic casing on the bottom of the blades and she did it with the blades facing in such a way that they didn’t slice her precious mouth to bits.  It was a horrible few moments as I ran to find her fully expecting her to have a mouth full of blood — we had been out of the house for 4 hours.  What I found was a perfectly fine happy dog with two rubber toys stuffed in her mouth and her tail wagging in anticipation of my return.  I grabbed that dog and inspected her from head to tail – and not a scratch on her.  Thank you Lord.  Let this be a lesson to all pet owners — they are just as sneaky as toddlers; will grab anything and put it in their mouths.  It never dawned on me she would snag my razor off the bathtub.  Holey moley – EmmaLou, Golden Destroyer, strikes again and she is gonna be the death of me yet…sigh…