The Case Of The Missing Wallet

Soze, I wakes up this morning, goes to the can, comes back out and sees something lying on the dining room floor in the semi darkness of 5:15 am. 

I turns on the light and sees my wallet, semi chewed up, but, thankfully, with nothin' missin'. 

I'm tryin' to sound like a New York detective in a 1940's flick. How's I doin'? That bad, huh?

Anyway, Chevy, our personal little monster/Tasmanian Devil/ "shredding machine" had struck again!

It was my fault, really. I had left my wallet in my pants pocket, and my pants were within striking distance of of our personal "land shark," and he pick pocketed my wallet and had his way with it. 

We cannot leave ANYTHING on the floor where Chevy can destroy it. However, that's also our fault. 

Since we cannot catch the speedy Chevy, any time he grabs a valuable item we use a doggie treat to get him to trade the item for the treat. 

Of course, he now believes we are rewarding him for taking things, and it's a vicious circle that WE created without thinking it through in the beginning.

It's not so bad when he grabs non precious things, like a water bill, but when he grabs a 20 dollar bill and begins to shred it, or a credit card, or a precious family photo, or a Cardinals baseball beer cozy, we need to take IMMEDIATE action, before he disintegrates the important item into a zillion tiny pieces! 

On the other hand, he would not be Chevy if he didn't swipe stuff. We would think he was sick. 

In addition, the fun and laughter he's brought us outweighs any headaches he's caused, by about a million tons!

That's all for this Monday morn! Have a GREAT day!