Paper is thy enemy! *shakes fist in the air* Alright so that might be a little dramatic, but paper and Finley equals trouble for me. She loves it to pieces, quite literally. I can no longer leave paper lying around, if I do there’s a good chance that she will come along and turn it into a “toy”. Toy might not be the right word, since she it gets destroyed immediately.
There have been many times that she’s swiped a piece of paper, only to carry it off to hide under a table, bed and even once the couch before ripping it to shreds. After seeing this there have been a few times that I couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened to my homework. I mean “my dog ate my homework” has got to be the lamest excuse for not having your homework but how often was that actually true. I could have even brought the little bits of paper with me as proof that it was true.
Last week I was sorting through the 15 or so boxes of miscellaneous papers I’ve accumulate in the last few years – Finley must have thought she hit the paper jackpot. The job could have been done in a day and a half if she hadn’t been so helpful. Instead, it took twice as long since I ended up having to chase after her and collect the little pieces of papers she left in her wake. She must have been really sad when most of it made its way to the recycling bin outside.
Her paper addiction is also displayed when the front hall closet gets opened. We keep a smaller recycling bin there and empty it out occasionally in the huge one that sits in the yard. Well, after getting Finley I had to reorganize some of the shelves to keep the more dangerous stuff out of her reach, so now the paper recycling bin sits on the lowest shelf- at Finley height. The second my dad gets his coat to go outside to smoke (tsk, tsk), she beelines for the recycling bin. We’ve actually shut the doors a few times with her inside the closet, not that she noticed. She was too busy rifling through the bin for paper.
She also does this to toilet paper, stealing the whole roll from the bathroom, so now we have to keep the bathroom door shut. She’s only destroyed 4 rolls to date, which is alright with me since my dad had gotten the wrong kind when he bought it last time. At least when she steals some paper, she has the good graces to look guilty when caught.
There have been many times that she’s swiped a piece of paper, only to carry it off to hide under a table, bed and even once the couch before ripping it to shreds. After seeing this there have been a few times that I couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened to my homework. I mean “my dog ate my homework” has got to be the lamest excuse for not having your homework but how often was that actually true. I could have even brought the little bits of paper with me as proof that it was true.
Last week I was sorting through the 15 or so boxes of miscellaneous papers I’ve accumulate in the last few years – Finley must have thought she hit the paper jackpot. The job could have been done in a day and a half if she hadn’t been so helpful. Instead, it took twice as long since I ended up having to chase after her and collect the little pieces of papers she left in her wake. She must have been really sad when most of it made its way to the recycling bin outside.
Her paper addiction is also displayed when the front hall closet gets opened. We keep a smaller recycling bin there and empty it out occasionally in the huge one that sits in the yard. Well, after getting Finley I had to reorganize some of the shelves to keep the more dangerous stuff out of her reach, so now the paper recycling bin sits on the lowest shelf- at Finley height. The second my dad gets his coat to go outside to smoke (tsk, tsk), she beelines for the recycling bin. We’ve actually shut the doors a few times with her inside the closet, not that she noticed. She was too busy rifling through the bin for paper.
She also does this to toilet paper, stealing the whole roll from the bathroom, so now we have to keep the bathroom door shut. She’s only destroyed 4 rolls to date, which is alright with me since my dad had gotten the wrong kind when he bought it last time. At least when she steals some paper, she has the good graces to look guilty when caught.
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