Ziggy and the Waiter

The waiter's name is Pierre.  He's French.  And yesterday he had a very unfortunate encounter with Ziggy.  An encounter where Pierre ended up in bad shape.  There was broken glass everywhere.  Some people will say that Ziggy is to blame.  When my husband finds out what happened, he's sure to blame Ziggy.  But I take full responsibility.  I was not supervising Ziggy closely enough.  And more importantly, it was my own fault because I was the one who decided that Pierre would make a great leash holder.

This is Pierre.

Several years ago my husband and I won a $100 gift certificate to a local furniture store.  We didn't have the money to spend on new furniture, so we went shopping in their decorations area and found this wine holder for exactly $100.  We don't drink wine, but I was immediately smitten with this waiter.  We named him.... well, I named him Pierre.  My husband mostly humored me.  But I think he'll be as upset as I was once he learns about Pierre's injuries damage.

Pierre stands right by the door to the garage, and he has these convenient hooks underneath the round glass tray that he holds used to hold.  I think the hooks were originally designed to hold a towel.  But they worked so well as a leash holder, that he gradually began to be overtaken by leashes and harnesses and collars.  Until yesterday.  When, tragically, Pierre was attacked by Ziggy.  The attack was totally unprovoked.  Pierre was just standing there, reliably holding up whatever I asked him to, when Ziggy happened along and decided that since he had not had a walk in a few days, he would help himself to his leash and take himself for a walk!  Pierre, being the responsible, conscientious waiter that he is, refused to relinquish the leash to Ziggy without my authorization.  Sadly, the result was rather unpleasant:

That's right - Pierre ended up face down on the ground, and despite his best efforts, one of the wine bottles broke and glass and wine went everywhere.  He did manage to hold onto the leashes though - he refused to let Ziggy win.  Saddest of all, his glass tray that held extra collars was shattered into exactly 3,742 pieces.

As a responsible pet parent and a blogger, I rushed into action.  First I placed Ziggy back into his crate.  Then I blocked off the area with broken glass with the first items I could find, in order to keep the dogs safe.  Then I proceeded to take pictures, before cleaning up.  And being the factual, detailed kind of blogger that I am, I kept careful count of the pieces of glass as I picked them up in order to give you an accurate description of the situation.*  

*May not be 100% accurate

Now you may ask yourself, why would a responsible pet foster parent ever, EVER, use a wine holder as a leash holder without first removing the wine bottles and glass tray from said holder?  If anyone figures out the answer to that very reasonable question, please let me know, because I have no idea what I was thinking. The only good news is that Ziggy did not get his paws on any of the wine.  His beer addiction is bad enough - I did not want him adding wine to the list.