Last Saturday the Spyderco Native saved my day, and quite possibly saved my dogs life. Let me give you a little back story. I have this dog, he is easily one of my best friends, but what he doesn’t seem to understand is that he lives with me, not vice versa. He sleeps in the basement. It’s nice and cool for him, quiet, with a little bit of space to roam. However, he has deemed it necessary to pee all over every inch of it. He’s ruined furniture, and all but drowned the carpet. I’ve tried spraying stuff to make him stop, I’ve tried disciplining him, and I’ve even tried restricting him to one area, all of it to no avail. Well last week, while I was letting him out, he made and maintained eye contact with me while he peed right in the middle of the floor. No shame, no regret, just a polite and cordial “this is my place now, and there is nothing you can do about it”. Well that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I’ve had enough. I couldn’t stand the smell any more, and there is something particularly disgusting about the carpet crunching under your feet. The carpet was ruined anyway, so I decided I was going to just rip it. Enough was enough.
Under my dogs angry gaze, I tore into that carpet with some cheap razor blade I’ve had for years, and the fires of hell in my eyes. After several minutes of hacking, and chopping, I wasn’t making any progress. Defeated I looked to my dog, and I swear the look he had was almost smug. Well much to his chagrin, I work for a knife company. And at this point I was desperate. So I ran to my room, whipped out my Spyderco Native and took to the carpet with it. It was practically night and day. Where the razor blade had issues, the Spydero Native cut through like a hot knife through butter. The carpet stood no chance against my knife.
The dog had this one spot, it must have been his favorite above all others. This area was, for a lack of a better term, “caked in pee”. At this point I’m pretty sure it was more dog pee than it was carpet. I knew this area was going to cause an issue. I hunkered down, ready for a battle. But to my Spyderco Native, it stood no chance. The battle was practically over before it started. The knife slid through, no problem.
Originally, I had set aside my entire Saturday for this task. But with my knife, I was done in just under 2 hours. I was amazed at how easy it was to get all that carpet up. If it wasn’t for the Native, I would have easily been there all day, ripping and hacking with a less than perfect razor blade.
Well, now I have a bare floor, and a humbled pooch. If it hadn’t been for my Spyderco Native, that dog may very well have gone out with the carpet. Needless to say, that stellar knife saved my dog, and my sanity. The dog now stays in his comfy bed all night, with no pee spots in the morning. He now understands who is in charge, and what exactly I am capable of, all thanks to that Spydero Native.
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