Drummer. This weekend was my birthday and I got what I asked for, pepper spray and a knife. Those items were taken from me at security at the airport last week, duh, I totally forgot about them. Well I had left the wrapped birthday item on the counter so I could cut open the plastic container, but the game was on so I thought I would get to it at half time. During the Bronco game I heard the dog rummaging in the kitchen. Dashing upstairs I noticed the spray gone and ran outside. He had completely taken the spray out of the container and had taken the outside case off AND the spray button was on in spray mode. I think he must have a guardian angel because he had not yet sprayed himself and although the container had tooth marks in it, thankfully it wasn't punctured.
Yesterday I let the dogs out of their pen when I got home and I noticed Drummer tugging like his collar was hooked on the fence. So I grabbed him so I could see what was caught and to my horror he had hooked his lip on a piece of the fence which was shaped like a perfect hook, it went from the inside of his mouth to the outside.
I had to hold him because he was pulling and I was afraid that he would rip his jowl open, after struggling a fair amount of time I finally managed to bend the wire enough to slide his lip off of the fencing. Ouch, still makes me shiver to think about it.