Things my Bull Terriers have eaten that they shouldn’t have

 

Patty’s towel incident prompted me to write this post.  Our first BT, Danny had a taste for rocks, socks, and shoes.  I had a lovely pair of suede boots that he chewed to bits in less than five minutes.  Dear Hubby had a habit of leaving socks on the bedroom floor, a habit he soon broke after Danny pooped one out.

Our second BT, Joey liked to chew on wood.  He redid the woodwork around the doors.  He ate my bentwood rocker and redesigned the rungs on a couple of wooden stools.  He also ate his Varikennel.

BT number three was Malcolm.  Malcolm ate a Superball, which resulted in major surgery and a vet bill that’d make you faint.  He would chew the covers off tennis balls in less than a minute.  He too had a taste for wood and added his own touches to Joey’s artistic endeavors.  Malcolm ate a four-foot section of lamp cord, which he, luckily for him, had pulled out of the wall socket first.

BT number four, Mercy is the one who ate the back off the sofa from her crate.  No one has topped that feat of legerdemain.

BT number five, Sadie managed to eat a five foot by 4 foot square section of linoleum flooring one night.  This is why I now have a ceramic tile floor in the kitchen.

BT number six, Gavin has been the least destructive BT we ever had.  He’s stubborn, dominate, and demanding, but the least destructive.  The only thing he wants to eat is food any sort of food at any time.  Surprisingly, he is not over weight but then I do watch his diet carefully.

BT number five, Patty eats her bedding.  She’s chewed blankets, fake lambskins, and the last thing was that towel, that $448.00 towel.

BT number six, our new rescue, Lucy loves to chew holes in blankets. Nibbles on the backs of The Curmudgeon’s slippers when she can snatch them away from the side of his chair. Who knows what else we’ll find out about her in the years to come.

Malcolm the ham.