The Death of a Beloved iPod
My two roommates and good friends left on a road trip a few days ago. They left me with their dogs/demons. Actually, they HIRED a friend to watch the dogs/demons-- and I couldn't understand why they didn't just let ME watch them, as I, well, live here.
It's probably a good thing they aren't in my full care. I've never gotten so close to killing a dog before.
Ave (pronounced "Evvie", why it's spelled that way is beyond me, but, whatever) is an albino german shepard who's two damn smart for her own good. At first, it's endearing.
The first night I spent without my roommates, Ave managed to get her head stuck in the trashcan and ran around the house, waking me up, with it stuck on her head. She was panicking and running into walls in an attempt to get the thing off her. Even though that night she all but consumed one of Savanna's high heels, I laughed-- kept good humor about it.
The next day, I came home to find that Ave had escaped imprisonment in the kitchen and had chewed up: one paper cup, a lotion bottle, a small plant, a couch pillow and some mail. I went to the kitchen to find that she had actually gotten on the counter and had pulled dishes from the sink and thrown them on the ground, breaking two, and eaten any remainder of food there.
I was upset, but I got over it.
Then, not an hour ago, I woke up to the sounds of a two-liter bottle being chewed. Ave had, again, broken through the barricade in the kitchen and was, again, running rampant in the house.
I happen to notice my beloved Claudio. He was on the floor in a pile of other chewed-beyond-recognition things. His protective case was in pieces in a sort of halo around him...
... The case just wasn't protective enough in this, it's last mission.
(Though I'm sure it fought valiantly.)
As I tried to restrain myself from beating Ave, who ran up to greet me as enthusiastically as ever, I tried to turn on little Claudio. He lit up as per normal, but his face was horribly distorted with large fragmented black spots. I tried to play him in the iHome the three of us girls share... he made some whirring noises like he was trying, but as a result of his mauling, is now mute.
I sat in the middle of the floor in utter shock, mentally chanting to myself "itisjustamaterialpossessiontherearestarvingkidsinAfricaitisjustamaterialpossession..." but the memories came flooding back.
Remember that one time he played Sigur Ros for hours when I had to study for finals?
Remember when he would go with you to school?
Remember how you could put new music on him?
Yep. I do.
It's probably a good thing they aren't in my full care. I've never gotten so close to killing a dog before.
Ave (pronounced "Evvie", why it's spelled that way is beyond me, but, whatever) is an albino german shepard who's two damn smart for her own good. At first, it's endearing.
The first night I spent without my roommates, Ave managed to get her head stuck in the trashcan and ran around the house, waking me up, with it stuck on her head. She was panicking and running into walls in an attempt to get the thing off her. Even though that night she all but consumed one of Savanna's high heels, I laughed-- kept good humor about it.
The next day, I came home to find that Ave had escaped imprisonment in the kitchen and had chewed up: one paper cup, a lotion bottle, a small plant, a couch pillow and some mail. I went to the kitchen to find that she had actually gotten on the counter and had pulled dishes from the sink and thrown them on the ground, breaking two, and eaten any remainder of food there.
I was upset, but I got over it.
Then, not an hour ago, I woke up to the sounds of a two-liter bottle being chewed. Ave had, again, broken through the barricade in the kitchen and was, again, running rampant in the house.
I happen to notice my beloved Claudio. He was on the floor in a pile of other chewed-beyond-recognition things. His protective case was in pieces in a sort of halo around him...
... The case just wasn't protective enough in this, it's last mission.
(Though I'm sure it fought valiantly.)
As I tried to restrain myself from beating Ave, who ran up to greet me as enthusiastically as ever, I tried to turn on little Claudio. He lit up as per normal, but his face was horribly distorted with large fragmented black spots. I tried to play him in the iHome the three of us girls share... he made some whirring noises like he was trying, but as a result of his mauling, is now mute.
I sat in the middle of the floor in utter shock, mentally chanting to myself "itisjustamaterialpossessiontherearestarvingkidsinAfricaitisjustamaterialpossession..." but the memories came flooding back.
Remember that one time he played Sigur Ros for hours when I had to study for finals?
Remember when he would go with you to school?
Remember how you could put new music on him?
Yep. I do.