Imaginery alien invaders indeed! We too were invaded last night ...
Hamish did the normal Hannaish untidy thing and left his trainers in the bathroom before he went to bed. I saw his shoes there before I went to bed (and did the normal Hannaish thing and left them there). Strangely, in the morning only one trainer was remaining in its right (wrong) place.
We looked everywhere - the dirty washing basket, behind all the doors, under the beds - even in desperation in the shoerack in his wardrobe - but no trainer to be found.
Finally I suggested looking in our neighbour's backyard.
Sure enough Hamish returned from Bevan and Suzannah's dangling the (only slightly chewed) missing trainer.
Bevan's dog "Camper Pants" had opened the little gate between our yards, squeezed (he isn't a little dog) through the little dog door in our laundry (bypassing the security alarm), snuck into the bathroom and stolen Hamish's shoe.
Luckily he only decided to eat the laces, as a new pair of trainers (with arch support and other fancy stuff) plus new custom-made orthortics would have set us back a couple of hundred dollars.
This isn't Camper's first noctural visit to our place. Camper is the reason we only have four and half new blue cushions for our six "uncomfortable without cushions" metal chairs. He has also destroyed a number of hats, soccer shin pads, soft toys, balls, garden gloves, shorts, thongs and other assorted things* left lying around in nontidy places. To be fair Camper doesn't just pick on us. He is just as happy to munch on next door's (or anyone else's) "untidy" belongings. Unfortunately this also refers to their two sadly departed chooks (which Camper thought were particularly untidy and therefore particularly yummy).
I am beginning to suspect Camper is indeed an alien life form having been sent to this place to eliminate untidiness where ever he finds it (spookily similar to someone we all know?)
(*note: sometimes we only know what Camper has eaten by examining the poos he leaves on our back lawn - Bevan claims to have found a whole shredded t-shirt (his not ours) in one poo and it is normal to find pegs, hair lackies, plastic bags and socks.)
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Bevan claims to have found a whole shredded t-shirt (his not ours) in one poo and it is normal to find pegs, hair lackies, plastic bags and socks
Are you sure this dog isn't actually a goat in a very clever disguise?
No goat DNA in him.
Camper Pants (just Camper or Pants for short) has a very interesting doggy heritage.
Beven and Suzannah went to the Kimberly (NW Australia) to visit Bevan's birth mother in Katherine.
They somehow ended up in the local pound where they saw this pathetic looking puppy (Camper) on death row.
He had been taken from an aboriginal camp (hence the first part of his name) and was skin and bones and laden with doggy diseases.
Anyway, they decided to rescue him, so flew him back to Perth to live with them.
We are all pretty sure Camper's humble beginnings have given him his taste for unusual items (and possbly mischief).
We think he probably spent the first few weeks of his life eating anything he could get his teeth into and has simply decided to continue living this way.
Have you checked whether he has Joseph DNA? Perhaps they are from the same alien planet? At least JN hasn't yet actually chewed up anything I've left out of place -- oh dear, I hope I haven't planted Ideas in his head. Just shouts at things and beats them up.
Camp chewed up Bevan's ear muffs and dust mask last week.
Bevan said he bought a new fancy pair of muffs with a built-in radio then put them on Camp's head with the music on full bore - now Camp sidles away whenever he sees the muffs.
Bevan's theory was that by doing this, Camp will avoid the ear muffs and they won't get eaten - but I suspect that Camp will just be more keen to "kill" them when he finds them "sleeping" on day.
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