Someone please remind me that the next time I knock on wood, I need to knock on real wood, not laminated particle board. Otherwise, I don't think it works. Last week, I was doing just that--knocking on my fake wood desk--because Bailey had gone several months without ripping my mini blinds to shreds. Well, let's just say he broke his canine vow of abstinence last night when my next door neighbor stopped by. The guy wanted to know how many bedrooms my house had because his sister-in-law was looking for a new house. Unfortunately, she wanted one more bedroom than I have.Before I could convey this information to my neighbor, Bailey decided to prove just how tough his 15 pounds were. You know how in the Jaws movies, Bruce the Mechanical Shark takes a hold of the good people of Amity Island and slings his head from side to side, spilling blood and maximum carnage? Well, that's how Bailey looked last night with his mouth full of mini blinds. I excused myself from the front porch for a minute to reprimand the dog, but by then it was too late; the damage to the blinds was already done.
Now I get to rethread the things yet again. Every time I do it, I have to trim the edge of the cords slightly before burning them to get them to fit through the little plastic end pieces. If the Mini Blind Monster continues to make mince meat out of the blinds, I'm eventually going to have to make the cords so short that I will have no choice but to buy a new set. I really don't have the $45 to waste.
I swear, if I didn't think that the Homeowner's Association would have a problem with it, I'd put a kiddie gate on the window. Knowing Bailey, though, he'd just find a way to eat through it, too.
