Sponge wars: the battle continues

So Steve bought a package of four new sponges last Saturday. Dionne has already destroyed two of them.

Astoundingly, Steve blames me. He claims I’ve left the new sponges within her striking range and threatens to start spraying ME with the squirt bottle the next time he catches me doing this. This is patent balderdash. I’m sure he also sometimes leaves them too close to the sink edge. But it’s impossible to know for sure what’s going on. (Any time we witness her attempted depredation, we stop her, of course.)

Frankly, when the first of the new sponges disappeared last Sunday — less than 24 hours after being put out — both of us were incredulous that Dionne could have eaten the whole thing. We found some evidence that part of it and part of the next one did move through her digestive system (too gross to document photographically.)  But in both cases, it didn’t look like a whole sponge worth of evidence.

Then Steve found this:

It was the remains of the sponge that disappeared a week or two ago. Obviously, she’d nibbled away a big chunk of its edges and then abandoned it, camouflaged by the dirt. 

“She has a mischievous sense of humor,” Steve murmured as we were drifting off to sleep last night. “I’ve never had a dog before with a mischievous sense of humor.”