I posted on her a few years back about how Daisy likes to shred. I was thinking maybe it was a phase she would get over. "Once a shredder, always a shredder," a member wisely told me. And she told me true. Daisy still loves to shred. But I have noticed a suspicious tendency to her shredding of late. Several months ago, I left one of my Game of Thrones books out. Now I was absolutely enthralled with this book...she saw me reading it all the time. I left it on the sofa by accident and found the cover in tatters the next morning. An accident, I presumed. Daisy is a shredder, after all. A random coincidence, her choice of books.
Now I am reading The Goldfinch. Daisy was sitting on my lap night before last and she started to bite at the corner of the book. "No, no," I said gently. She left it alone for the time. I put the book in a safe place for the night. The next night, I was reading. I got up to get myself a Sundrop and when I returned to the living room, the corner of my book was shredded. Correction: the corner of my book was in the process of being shredded. I caught my good girl red-handed! I gave her a little lecture without raising my voice. Speck looked shocked; I had to assure him that I wasn't mad. Daisy was nonplussed. She didn't care if I was mad. My little lectures are meaningless jabber that she can, and does, tune out.
There are plenty of books available at my house for the shredding. I am avid reader. There are books everywhere. DH maintains that she shredded this particular book because she is jealous. I wonder, did that one book look especially tasty? Is she not a fan of Donna Tartt? (Maybe she read The Secret History; that would explain a lot.) Or is like DH said, she is jealous because I am paying so much attention to that book?
Now I am reading The Goldfinch. Daisy was sitting on my lap night before last and she started to bite at the corner of the book. "No, no," I said gently. She left it alone for the time. I put the book in a safe place for the night. The next night, I was reading. I got up to get myself a Sundrop and when I returned to the living room, the corner of my book was shredded. Correction: the corner of my book was in the process of being shredded. I caught my good girl red-handed! I gave her a little lecture without raising my voice. Speck looked shocked; I had to assure him that I wasn't mad. Daisy was nonplussed. She didn't care if I was mad. My little lectures are meaningless jabber that she can, and does, tune out.
There are plenty of books available at my house for the shredding. I am avid reader. There are books everywhere. DH maintains that she shredded this particular book because she is jealous. I wonder, did that one book look especially tasty? Is she not a fan of Donna Tartt? (Maybe she read The Secret History; that would explain a lot.) Or is like DH said, she is jealous because I am paying so much attention to that book?