Wallet Fail

So yesterday in my post about my trip to San Francisco I mentioned that I needed a new wallet due to some "unforeseen circumstances". So let me explain...

Last weekend we decided ahead of time we were going to plan NOTHING with ANYONE. We are on the go 25/8 (that's even more then 24/7 if you didn't know) and we needed a freakin' weekend to take a breather and just get stuff done around the house and hell, maybe even catch up on a little bit of DVR time. We especially felt we needed this as the holidays were soon approaching and we knew that meant no free time until 2011.

So we did just that, we stayed at home only to leave to pick up our Christmas tree at Costco and get a screw taken out of my tire (have I mentioned we have weekly car issues? lol). It was awesome. Unfortunately, Dakota didn't think so.

Dakota is used to going out and about with us all weekend -- we take her everywhere pretty much and if she isn't with us when we are out and about that means she's at Day Camp where she gets WORN OUT or she is at our parents house where she gets to run wild and free in a large backyard that we don't have at our house. When she is home with us she sleeps, eats, poops, and follows us around. We do a little tug and ball toss time but nothing that gets her energy out really. Apparently that become apparent when we went out to dinner that Sunday night. She lost it. She's almost a year and a half and she's pretty much been over the chewing stage for months. She couldn't take it anymore, and in just the hour we were gone she decided to rip the newly hung stockings off the mantle (and break my pretty stocking holders), pull out the tree skirt from under the tree, and pull things out of my purse.

My purse she literally had to stick her head in and pull things out -- she managed to pull out my reusable coffee sleeve, my camera case (thankfully my camera wasn't in it), my coin purse, and her favorite item that got the most hate -- my wallet.


A couple of Christmas' ago my MIL and FIL bought me a gorgeous Coach wallet. I loved it. It was the signature brown C's with a black flap and it had the prettiest aqua blue leather on the inside. It had so many compartments and I got lots of compliments on that wallet. Dakota freakin' ate 1/3 of it. Like literally ate it -- there wasn't remnants of it anywhere, she ate it whole. She also managed to pull out every card in any slot -- even my drivers license from behind the clear window that I CAN'T even manage to pull it out. She opened the coin purse and pulled out all of the change and managed to take it outside and scatter it about the lawn. You can also see from the picture that was a cocktail napkin with a sweet note from Elijah Wood on it when we were on a flight back together from Austin earlier this year.

Dakota, you suck. I never have been so mad at you. I JUST told someone weeks prior that we were very lucky that even when she was a puppy she never chewed on anything more valuable then a magazine or a piece of mail. But there went that idea... luckily I found a new wallet I like (although not quite as much) at the Juicy store while I was in San Fran this past weekend.

Have any of your pets past or present gotten into something that really pissed you off? What's the worst damage they've done? I've heard some horror stories!