Last Sunday Samba destroyed one of my houseplants and spread it's pieces and most of the dirt around the kitchen.
On Monday evening after last call, I put the four girls in their crates and gave them their bedtime cookies. Then I picked up six cookies for the other dogs that sleep upstairs. Before heading to the bedroom, I stopped in the office to shut down my computer. I set the six cookies on the table next to the computer. When I finished I started upstairs, then half way up I remembered the cookies. I ran back down but I caught Samba with her front feet on the table finishing off the fifth cookie. Only one was left.
I would probably have disposed of the chew stick, but for the time being I put the entire gift bag on the kitchen counter.
Thursday was Cinco de Mayo and Rob and I usually celebrate it. We met in Acapulco, Mexico and were married in Mexico, New York, so we decided to have a Mexican lunch at a new restaurant that had opened in town. The meal was wonderful and when we arrived home, the dogs met us at the garage door. I walked upstairs and found another mess.
Samba had gotten the gift bag off the kitchen counter and torn it open. She ate the chew stick, ripped open the dog food sample bag and ate all the dog food and opened all four treat bags and devoured all the treats. This is all that was left.
So what to do to prevent more of these incidents. I moved everything edible from the counter to either the pantry, the higher cabinets or the refrigerator. I'm sure you're thinking that takes care of the problem. I know it isn't a solution at all.
When we first moved into this house all the doors had this type of handle.
So now when I leave the house I'm never quite sure what Samba will do to fill the time till I return. It's an interesting situation. I'm not trying to starve her and I don't want her getting into anything dangerous, but her steroid clouded brain can only think about finding food.