I had to look at my old posts to make sure, but I have now passed the two month mark from Bailey's last Nuclear Blind Meltdown. Knock on wood, but maybe this time next month I'll get to say that I have made it three months incident-free, that or I sold my house and it no longer matters.We've had a couple of close calls lately, one today in fact. Two guys that I have never seen before walked down the sidewalk in front of my house. Apparently, Bailey, the World's Toughest Chihuahua, had never seen them before either because he stuck his head between two blind slats and announced their presence with a bark so sharp it's a wonder it didn't shatter the glass in front of him. He was slinging his head so severely as he barked that I just knew he had his underbite clamped down on the blinds. Luckily, he didn't, and I, in turn, didn't have to spend several hours this afternoon rethreading the blinds. Unluckily, Bailey decided to prove his doggy manhood in other ways, mainly by heisting his leg on the master bathroom toilet.
Bailey's continuous need to attack the plastic blinds makes me wish that I had shelled out the extra money for wooden blinds. I think that they would have held up a lot better than the ones I have now. After all, it takes a lot more force to bite through a thick, wooden blind slat than it does a thin, plastic one. I don't think Bailey's teeth have it in them.
If I were going to stay here, I would probably go ahead and invest in replacing the plastic blinds with wooden ones. I have looked online at blinds, just to see what they cost and if they even fit double windows like my own, and found that Wooden Blinds Direct has a great selection at low prices. You can choose blinds in your favorite wood tone or go with a painted set. Unfortunately, my subdivision's covenants say I have to have white ones so I would have to go with something like Sunvent White or Ultimate Simply White. I don't want to stay, however, so I'll just have to leave the choice between two shades of white to the next inhabitants and try to anticipate Bailey's next mini blind attack.
I guess things could be worse. I could have Roman shades. Then I would have to learn how to sew a patch on the shade every time Bailey decided to act like a dog out of Stephen King book. Believe me when I say that me operating a sewing machine beats Cujo in the scary department any day.
