I’m getting good at filing ICBC claims. No, I didn’t run into another post. This one was Yoshi’s fault.
I went for a run this morning, with Yoshi, and then afterward I swung by the house to pick up the rest of the family and we headed to the rec center to watch a friend’s hockey game. We left Yoshi in the car instead of dropping him off at the house, as he usually prefers to hang out in the car instead of being left alone in the house.
We parked behind the arena. Which is beside a big soccer field. And it’s Saturday. So people were playing soccer. And there were referees. With whistles. And they were blowing them. And Yoshi’s noise sensitivities have gotten way worse over the past year. Bad, bad combination.
We got back to the car after being gone for an hour. I opened the back door to put the stroller in, and my mouth dropped in horror. The back of our seats were trashed. And I mean seeing the metal innards, stuffing and fabric everywhere trashed.
My first thought was, oh crap, we’re never going to be able to leave the dog in the car again. But then we made the connection to the whistles. The poor dog was doing his darnedest to get away from the whistles, which meant trying to get to the front of the car. Thankfully he didn’t make it, because who knows what the rest of the car would have looked like. We felt terrible. There was even blood on some of the stuffing, so he definitely was chewing hard.
Lesson learned.
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