Maggie has an extremely destructive side. I should have seen this coming. Within the first week of getting her home, she tore down the Christmas decorations in my small apartment, running around with tinsel trailing behind her. She went so far as to roll around giddily in the garland. She enjoys being destructive.
Since then, she has eaten a pair of European shoes, countless pairs of underwear, numerous dog toys, and even a steel dog cage. Early in our days together, I would leave her locked in the half bathroom in my apartment while I was in class. I came home one afternoon to find her sitting prettily in the sink. In the SINK. And everything that had been around the sink or on the back of the toilet was smashed on the floor.
These days Maggie is not near as destructive as she was. I don't have to hide my shoes, but I do make sure my underwear lands in the hamper. She finds much more enjoyment in her table dances. I have a lovely glass dining room table that she enjoys climing on top of. Not only does she leave her footprints behind, I have seen her in action myself--just standing there, sniffing around, on top of my perfectly good glass top dining room table.
She so does love tearing things up.
