In the less than a year he has resided with me, he has eaten a brand new burgundy leather couch that was at my house for less than a week along with a green leather lay-z-boy recliner that he has torn both sides and back out of. I now have a hole in the sheet rock in the wall of my bedroom. The carpet has been torn up in multiple rooms of my house. I have lost count of how many pairs of shoes he has consumed ranging from running shoes, sandals to leather boots. I can no longer keep toilet paper on the roll, it must be hidden underneath the sink and it's only safe when he does not witness me putting it under there, otherwise he will open the cabinet and get it. I purchase socks regularly so that I may have at least one pair without holes. I can no longer keep crate pads in his crate or I come home to a dog in a crate surrounded by fluff, he then looks like a snow-dog. I have to immediately put away all paper products I purchase (toilet paper/paper towels) as soon as I get in the door or if I turn my back it is shredded. He knocks over the clothes hamper and eats the clothes that he can get out of it. I no longer have the matching set of cushions to my breakfast nook table, they were shredded as well.
My husband has had to reinforce the box springs to our bed with boards along the side of the bed because he has eaten the sides out of those too. Any corner, windowsill, tables have teeth marks. He dug a hole into the bottom of my dresser to reach something that had rolled under it. My stairway banister has been sanded and re-stained twice from the chewing. He consumed a desk chair, that is, after he pulled it out from under the desk to crawl into and get the stuffed animals that used to line the hutch on the back of my desk. Molding around the walls have been torn off by him. Beginning with the corner and working his way down.
He chewed up 3 curling irons, 2 hair brushes, multiple combs and picks. The hairdryer has remained safe. The cord to the carpet steamer had to be replaced. It had become a fire hazard. Tank has destroyed 2 remote controls and 2 cell phones and that isn't counting the numerous times he has carried a cell phone to me. As of this morning while my husband was shaving, he stole his razor and cut his mouth on it in attempt to chew it up. I am limited on what photos I can send of him because I no longer have the power cord to the digital camera base to transfer photos to the computer because it was also eaten, oh let's not forget the USB cord to the printer either. The burgundy couch listed above was purchased to replace the love seat he at the lining out of. Sitting on springs are not comfortable, I assure you.
Bitter apple pet repellant is useless, I have resulted to using straight vinegar in attempt to curb his destruction/chewing. Tank is not a puppy or dog, he is a complete wrecking crew in a convenient sized package of about 50 lbs and knee height.
I would like to introduce you to Sherman "Tank" Taylor. Tank is an 11 month old Staffordshire terrier. I adopted Tank from a local shelter at the age of 8 weeks.
Well, that’s my Tank...........
Regardless of his ummm 'short-comings' he has my heart and I love him to death. We are on a day by day relationship AKA let's see what he has gotten into today. I estimate the cost of Tank-damages are well above $10,000 now. That estimate elevates daily.
adopt me so i can destroy your lay-z-boy
