Well, that's perhaps a bit exaggerated but I was not happy when I came home today and found that the dog got hold of a letter with stamps before I did. He probably found it on the door mat in the hall and sort of opened it. The stamps were all over the place and half of them were damaged, or more precisely half eaten... I can tell you, I was quite pissed at the dog, especially while the packet contained some pretty special and rare stamps. The most expensive one had a cat.value of 32 dollars. Shit happens. I managed to salvage a few oldies from Tonga that weren't that damaged, or licked.
I guess it was a learning moment. Never leave the dog alone in the hallway if you're expecting important mail (or any mail for that matter)...
At least you have a dog with philatelic tendencies, but the moral of the story is... feed your dog more often.
I know, I know, shit happens, I just hate it when it happens to ME!
at this point, I just wish he does not do it again. Really, I am not waiting for a stamp collecting dog, especially if he decides to collect them in his stomach...
A basket sounds a good idea. Happily Sean, our lurcher, who's good at various misbehaviours, hasn't started attacking the mail. He barks furiously when anyone comes to the door and when any passing dog goes by.
Actually, our door bell is a bit dodgy, so Sean's frantic barking is quite useful. Except at 3.30 in the morning ...
Silence in the face of adversity is the father of complicity and collusion, the first cousins of conspiracy.. 17 Jan 2020 03:32:46am
re: Philatelic disaster
Where we are on the edge of the known universe,
the three dogs let very little slip by, except
the autos of people such as the nurse who visits
three times a week. For a while they barked at
the sound and they raised holy hell, but now they
bark as they vie for a look out a window and once
her vehicle is close and recognizable they just
go back to their cushions.
The mail lady is offered no such respite.
The barking continues from different windows
as she brings a parcel to the front door.
She might as well be a stranger.
The road to no where, which passes in front of
the house and stays 50' away, is so seldom used
that any passing vehicle gets them excited.
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".... You may think you understood what you thought I said, but I'm not sure you realize that what you think you heard is not what I thought I meant. .... "
Back when we lived in New Jersey, we lived on a cul-de-sac with six houses on it. Every day my dog Teddy would wait for my wife to come home. The minute he heard a Dodge Caravan he'd go nutz in anticipation. The tough part was there were four Dodge Caravans on our street! And he couldn't tell them apart so there were a lot of false alarms.
"Maybe the sender had been snacking on BACON and the aroma drove him to try to find that yummy bacon haha!"
This reminds me of my son, when he was younger. I had given him a pack of snacks and then asked him to wash his hands really well with soap which of course he did not do. We visited a pet store after that and there was that little cute hamster in a cage there. My son stuck his finger in the cage to pet him. You can guess what happened next. Straight to the hospital we went. But now he knows to wash his hands when I tell him so.
My dog is luckily not interested in my stamps. I have had a few drop off the table next to him, but he would not touch them. He is equally good when my artificial fly catches him accidentally in the butt. Sits still till I release him, or I would have broken a few expensive rods by now.
President - West Essex Philatelic Society www.wepsonline.org 17 Jan 2020 03:30:57pm
re: Philatelic disaster
I have a cat that likes to chew on plastic. I cannot leave a plastic bag laying around or a bag of chips out without getting gnawed on. We went away on vacation a few years ago and one of my cats knocked over a box of early postal history advertising covers that were in plastic sleeves. As you have probably guessed, many of the covers were destroyed with teeth marks. Kind of looked like they went through a perfin machine. It was probably a couple hundred dollars worth of covers but it was not the value that upset me but the loss of history. Was not a happy camper, so I feel your pain.
The old adage "Never trust a dog to guard your food" has been proven multiple times in my house. I will commit "Never trust a dog to guard your stamps" to memory.
Sorry for your loss.
Lars
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