We Don't Have a Code for That

   Welcome to Mischief Monday from the Bayou, I’m glad you stopped by today!  Snoopy’s Dog Blog, My Brown Newfies, and Alfie’s Blog host this mischievous blog hop.  I appreciate them providing an outlet to tell stories about the crazy antics of our dogs and cats.

   Last week, I mentioned that we’d probably be looking for a new dog this fall.  The very

How could this face be guilty of mischief?

idea has sent my mind into a battle of puppy love and puppy trouble.  Of course, one look at Bentley’s puppy photos makes me forget any trouble that he may have been.  That's the problem, I know at times he could be a handful.  I remember very vividly a time when he was probably no more than three-months old.  He may have accidentally caused a little bit of trouble.

   In Bentley’s defense, the mischief was dropped at his big puppy paws.  He was in the bedroom and I got down on the floor to snuggle and play with him.  We wrestled and got puppy kisses for several minutes. 
When I got up to go back in the living room, I expected him to follow me.  After several minutes of no sound in the bedroom, I decided it was time to go check on him.  All parents, whether to humans or pets, know that silence is usually not golden.

Bentley still sleeps in this position.  He prefers a pillow, too.

   Before I go any further, I should tell you that at the time I was not on any Social Media.  Although I carried my cellphone with me, it was not an extension of my body back then.  That has to be the reason that I didn’t notice that my new beautiful bright red phone had fallen out of my pocket, onto the floor, and within sight of a mischievous Basset Hound.  Let me correct that, it was within the sight of a teething, chewing on everything Basset Hound.  That’s right; my puppy ate my phone!

   After picking up the pieces of my no longer beautiful cellphone, I called my cellular provider to explain the problem.  The customer service representative asked how he could help me.  “My puppy just ate my phone.”  I explained that Bentley didn’t actually eat the phone, but chewed it to smithereens.  I was met with silence on the other end.  Finally, I heard a tittering of suppressed giggles as the man tried to control his laughter.  Once he composed himself, he told me that there was not a code for such an accident.  I explained to him that there was no way my phone was the first to fall victim to a puppy’s teeth.  He put me on hold while he researched further for the proper “a dog ate the customer’s phone” code.  I think that more than likely he was putting me on speakerphone and gathering his co-workers to laugh at my story.

   When he finally came back on the line, he explained that he was going to have to make-up a code and it would be necessary for me to send the phone to the company, so they

That little face is worth all the phones in the world!

could see the damage.  I told him that was not a problem, but still found it hard to believe that I was the first person to report such a claim.  After a few more snickers, I felt it necessary to tell him that it was my opinion that I was just the first person to tell the truth about what happened to their phone.  If he did some investigating, I’d bet that all the claims for a crazed bear ate my phone, I ran over my phone, I dropped my phone into the toilet, and I lost it, were actually phones that had been eaten by mischievous puppies!

   In retrospect, the entire mischief was my fault for dropping a shiny new cellphone in Bentley’s reach.  To weigh out the mischief of losing a phone to sweet puppy snuggles, the choice is obvious. Puppy snuggles win!

   Has your dog ever ruined a cellphone? 

Hop to these other blogs for more adventures and mischief!  

Thanks for dropping by today!

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