Well, I very nearly donated the dog to the Blue Cross animal shelter on Friday night.
Obviously I was out all day on Friday, so I arranged for my dog walker to come in and take the dog out for a couple of hours, which she did around midday. I then got back later afternoon and immediately took the dog out again for an hour or so. After a couple of good long walks she is usually tired and needs a good sleep.
I decided I’d have a takeaway pizza for my tea, seeing as I’d had a busy day and I couldn’t be bothered to cook. So I popped out to order a pizza and have a sneaky pint whilst it was being cooked. I was only out of the house for half an hour or so.
This is what I came back to -
Something must have scared her, because she had dug through the plasterboard down to the bricks! Judging from the scratch marks, she was really going for it. I was so angry, she knew she was in big trouble and all the puppy dog eyes in the world couldn’t help her out.
Normally she loves eating my pizza crusts, so as punishment she got to sit there and watch me eat them all myself. I felt bad, but hopefully not as bad as she felt.
The hole is now half plastered, I am having to do it bit by bit to make sure it doesn’t fall out or crack in the future.
awwww it’s a shame dogs can’t talk – you’ll never find out what made her do it. As for punishing her, I don’t know how you could swallow!
I remember trying very hard not to feed AuntSally’s cats with my dinner, they just sat there and stared at me wondering what they’d done wrong 
PICTURE OF PUPPY DOG EYES PLEASE!
I hope the deprivation of yummy crusts taught her a lesson, so she’ll know to stay away from your plasterboard in future!
Oh, but she was frightened!!!!
Sometimes my ratties scamper off for seemingly no reason, or they stop abruptly and sit up dead straight, sniffing the air. It freaks me out a bit, like they can sense something is there and I can’t and then I become convinced that my house is built on a former burial ground. Which it isn’t. Or maybe it is. Oh God..!!
Heh. You should see the bit of wall next to our front door at home. It’s distinctly lacking wall paper after Charlie got a bit hungry while we were out once. Whoopsy. Mum was definitely NOT impressed.
Ahh! Poor thing. Must have been scared by summat to react like that!
… and THAT’S why I don’t have pets!!