Yesterday we were down in the basement to replace the air filter in the furnace.
One of the dogs had decided to grab the old filter out of the air duct through a slot between the wall and back of the furnace. It was an access slot that we had no idea even existed, although someone found it just fine. And being considerate as dogs often are, the offender decided to not simply remove the old air filter, but also shred it in the process. they even made sure to leave some of the filter inside the ductwork where it was practically impossible to recover.
As we’re inspecting the destruction, Mags noticed that something was a little off with the gas line going into the furnace. And by “a little off”, I mean that someone decided it would make a fantastic eye-level (for a dog) chew toy. Not just once, mind you. There had obviously been several sessions of gnawing on the gas line, and it was almost pierced in several locations.
Maggie was so freaked she actually decided to get a replacement line immediately. A little unneeded in my view, since we’d already blocked the hose off for future visits from the dog, and he’d only almost bitten through the line.
Although to play Devil’s advocate, getting rid of the house by means of a gas explosion isn’t in our immediate or future plans.
So if I’m at work one day and hear the familiar “WHUMP” of an explosion about a mile away, I’ll know which dog to blame.
