My doggin that can hear, Chase, gets a little antsy every so often. And I’ve learned my lesson several times to not keep things within her reach. Like my knitting. Or fabulous pork chop sandwiches. I pick up after myself and the hubs constantly so that she doesn’t have a tirade and tear another pizza box into a gazillion pieces. But I never thought that this would happen:
When I came home yesterday, almost everything that was on the counter was instead on the kitchen floor. Oven mitts, mail, a stack of left over napkins and my little beloved 50mm f/1.8 lens. How the lens got down there, I’m not sure. Did she full-on counter surf? That’s yet to be determined. But my nifty fifty was in fact on the tile and the filter was smashed. The cap is also busted but it’s just a cap – I’ll get by.
I swept up the debris, gave her dirty glances, sent cell phone pics to the hubs and then slapped it on the camera. The lens is still fully functioning – auto-focus and all. The filter ring is another story as man power will be necessary to make it budge. But honestly, the outcome isn’t as bad as it could have been.
That being said, I now know to not leave any of the camera equipment within the doggin’s reach, protected in a camera bag or not. Because if this had happened to a different lens, I might have cried. Maybe. Just a little. And then I would have wised up and called the insurance man.
Of course, none of this makes me less mad. And I did in fact ignore that cute little face all evening. So hard to punish the smart dog.