The Dog Ate our Fob

When she was a puppy, our newest family member, Sniffy, used one of the key fobs from our car to strengthen her teeth. We found it in several pieces.

We spent the last year with one key fob, biting our nails each time it was dropped, misplaced, or left inside the car. It survived and last week, we finally had time to take the car to a dealership where a new key fob was purchased and programmed.

We sighed with relief when they put the second key fob in our hands. 

Then, we gasped in dismay when they put the $500 bill in our hands.

 

Of course, after spending this nerve-wracking pandemic year with one car key, we were willing to pay the bill.

 

Our first Australian labradoodle, Bear, ate a bunch of stuff before he finally came to his senses. You can read about the “Bear ingestion chronicles” in these blogs, “Spotless Insanity” (May 21, 2015) and “Celebrating the Bear Facts” (October 21, 2015).

 

As she sits in the backyard in -22 degree cold, amusing herself by tossing a frozen poop nugget up in the air, Sniffy’s senses would seem far too distant to hope she will be coming to them anytime soon.

 

We, on the other hand, have come to our senses by making sure the car keys are kept up high, on hooks.