The Collar

This is Scruffy....

This is Scruffy's collar....

Yes, it is ripped apart.  Do you want to know it got that way?

MR. FOX CHEWED IT OFF OF HER NECK!!!

This is not the first time the One-Eyed Wonder (as his fairy godmother, Nanci calls him) has done this.  This is the SECOND collar he has chewed off her neck.  I mean, does she just lay there during the day when we are at work and allow Fox to gnaw at her neck???  I mean really...  At night, the Mr. Fox will play with her or lick her face but she's a pretty tough cookie and she growls and doesn't let him get away with very much.  Ugh.  

Now I want to find her a new, more durable collar.  I already got another Target cheapy because I must have a tag on her.  I'm paranoid since the previous escaping incident.  I have a metal choke collar for her, but I hate that thing.  My childhood dogs all grew up with choke collars but you know, she is a girl.  A real girlie girl at that.  I mean she should really be named Cupcake or Princess (no, not that, I have a girl in my class with that name) or Tiffany or Tiara or something feminine.  I thought I was going to get my pink buying jollies with this dog.  You know, pink collar, pink leash, pink sweater and maybe even a pink bow in that Scruffy hair BUT NOOOOO....  I have to have some durable collar because of my one-eyed beast!  Man I love that Foxy Dog!!  He is so bad sometimes but I love him to bits!  

I think the funniest thing was when I saw the collar this morning and I said, "Baaad Dog!" and Husband told me not to scold the dog because he doesn't know what he did wrong and we don't want him to get a complex.  Yes, he was serious.  Really, he was.  He is a hopeless animal lover.  One day I will tell you about the raccoons.