It's true. My little Daisy is a bona-fide crotch lover. I've never seen an animal so dedicated to any one certain chore. The amount of effort and determination she has for panty chewing is unreal.Imagine if you will, a child that has never in his life had cake. Now imagine how that child would react once they tasted cake and they realized how amazingly wonderful it was. You then proceed to give that child an entire piece of cake all to himself. Imagine how excited that child would be to devour it completely...the sheer joy on his face as he finished the last little morsel.
Daisy is that kid; panties are her cake.
She has successfully ruined about five pair of my panties in the last few weeks and we have to literally blocade her out of our bedroom to prevent any further possible damage. Not that there are panties lying around for the taking. You do not understand the madness. The dog smells them out in the laundry hamper and PULLS THEM THROUGH THE HOLES.
What did I say about sheer determination?
Daisy is that kid; panties are her cake.
She has successfully ruined about five pair of my panties in the last few weeks and we have to literally blocade her out of our bedroom to prevent any further possible damage. Not that there are panties lying around for the taking. You do not understand the madness. The dog smells them out in the laundry hamper and PULLS THEM THROUGH THE HOLES.
What did I say about sheer determination?
And of course it's only MY underwear she has this fascination for. Corey's underwear have had a few run-ins with the Crotch Monster, but usually it's because that is the only other choice she had. Second best, if you may.
This is how serious she is about it....she actually has a plan. She waits for the right moment. That one single moment to slip into the room and whisk over and grab a pair in a quick dash to a secret spot to get a quickie in before anyone notices.
In our house, we refer to catnip as "kitty crack". Panty crotches are Daisy's crack--and she is a fiend. *Painstaking flashback to a certain Trailerpark Celebrity trying to be Amy Winehouse.*
This is how serious she is about it....she actually has a plan. She waits for the right moment. That one single moment to slip into the room and whisk over and grab a pair in a quick dash to a secret spot to get a quickie in before anyone notices.
In our house, we refer to catnip as "kitty crack". Panty crotches are Daisy's crack--and she is a fiend. *Painstaking flashback to a certain Trailerpark Celebrity trying to be Amy Winehouse.*
"They tried to make me go to rehab and I said, "no, no, no..."
I am sure this is a "natural" thing. I don't get it...but I'm sure that it's one of those devastatingly disgusting "dog things". You know...like eating cat crap, sniffing butts and licking slugs. I'm also hoping that somewhere along the way she finds new interests that do not include the destruction of clothing.
The good news is that this gives me the perfect opportunity (out of desperation, but an opportunity nonetheless) to buy more panties. That's the upside.
The downside is that I'll have to also buy another laundry hamper made of pure titanium to keep Daisy from shredding them to pieces while I'm in the bathtub.
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