Actually, not a dingo, a boxer.
One of our foster dogs has a thing for untreated and lightly-treated leather. When we first got him, he chewed on the belt-loop of my new Ka-Bar's sheath. A year later, I get a new sheath. Sheathed knife sits in a bag, in my closet for months. I walk in my bedroom and find the knife, sans-sheath, lying on the floor.
This is what remains:
He ate the whole damn thing!
He managed to cut himself a little, but I couldn't find out where because the bleeding stopped quickly. Over the next several days, he regurgitated the sheath, rivets and all. He's fine, though I did consider tossing him in the wok with some kim-chee.
One of our foster dogs has a thing for untreated and lightly-treated leather. When we first got him, he chewed on the belt-loop of my new Ka-Bar's sheath. A year later, I get a new sheath. Sheathed knife sits in a bag, in my closet for months. I walk in my bedroom and find the knife, sans-sheath, lying on the floor.
This is what remains:
He ate the whole damn thing!
He managed to cut himself a little, but I couldn't find out where because the bleeding stopped quickly. Over the next several days, he regurgitated the sheath, rivets and all. He's fine, though I did consider tossing him in the wok with some kim-chee.
- you just can't be mad at them, can you ?
