For a bit of a lark, I went and scrounged eBay for an old Schick injector (wound up getting a series E 1940s model fer cheep; hurrah for me). Anxious for its arrival, I noticed that one of our local groceries stocked the Schick blades, so I went ahead and grabbed some; gotta be prepared, y'know. Shick sure makes those cases sturdy; nice metal box holding 7 blades.
Anyway, I left them on the kitchen table and forgot about them. Imagine my horror when I got home and discovered that my two Siberian huskies, bored with my long day at work, had chewed open the package and were using the injector refill case as a chew toy.
But you know what? Aside from a couple of tooth-shaped dents on the outside of the metal box, there was nary a scratch on the thing, and all the blades were still in place. I'm glad they lost interest before figuring out the push-pull thingy. I'm just glad I didn't leave a plastic box of feathers on the table...
So anyway, I love my injector and it hasn't even gotten here yet (lol). Hopefully it'll make for a better razor than its refill pack made for a chew toy. And hooray for Schick and stout construction.
Anyway, I left them on the kitchen table and forgot about them. Imagine my horror when I got home and discovered that my two Siberian huskies, bored with my long day at work, had chewed open the package and were using the injector refill case as a chew toy.
But you know what? Aside from a couple of tooth-shaped dents on the outside of the metal box, there was nary a scratch on the thing, and all the blades were still in place. I'm glad they lost interest before figuring out the push-pull thingy. I'm just glad I didn't leave a plastic box of feathers on the table...

So anyway, I love my injector and it hasn't even gotten here yet (lol). Hopefully it'll make for a better razor than its refill pack made for a chew toy. And hooray for Schick and stout construction.