Cooper teaches me many things. Today he teaches that while he is a charmer, he cannot be trusted and he may very well be sent to the catfood factory to be ground up for food.
Up until yesterday, he hadn't destroyed anything. But yesterday, the very day after I wrote the glowing post about how great and beautiful and smart and cool and awesome he is--he went over to the dark side.
He chewed up the back seat of my car. That's right. My new car. The one that has been driven less than 2000 miles. The one that has a dog strainer in it and the one I WAS DRIVING WHEN HE DID IT.
This morning I googled "upholstery portland oregon" and found a place in SE. I called the number. When the guy answered, I said this:
"I need help."
He said this:
"Uh-oh."
I told him of my travails. He said "Bring it in and I'll take a look at it. Dogs chew up cars all the time. Dogs is dogs."
When I arrived, I had to find the door. Once inside, I surveyed a vast mess. A scrawny man emerged from a hole in the wall. I told him I was the one with the dog problem.
He came out and looked at my back seat. "Ah, " he said, "that's easy. 95 bucks." I almost wept with relief. " No shit?" I asked. "No shit, " he replied.
We walked back into the shop to settle things up. "I love dogs," he told me, " They sure chew up alot of cars."
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See, yeah. Stuff like that just does not convince me of the aforementioned fabulousness of canine ownership.
But I'm sure I'll love to pet him when I come over to visit.
You know you want a dog.
But he is sooooo cute. Those handsome Samoyed looks do wonders when they do something wrong.
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