My dog got the runs the other night. Surprise… and not a good one. He got me up in the middle of the night, twice. Nothing is more fun than trying to scoop a giant wet pile o’ pooh in your jammies, with a flashlight to light the way. The second time it was raining. In the morning, Boley seemed fine. Nothing amiss. I assumed he wasn’t sick, but had probably eaten something weird that wasn’t actually food. When he was about a year old, the people at the vet were chatting about how Boley was a good candidate for future surgeries. Great. Over his lifetime with us (4 years), we have pulled the following out of his big, slobbery mouth:
Paper towels (his favorite food group)
Kitchen sponge
Dead rat (GAK!)
Pens & markers (Permanent means permanent - ie my bedspread)
Various shoes
Jeans & hoodie
Boxcutter
Empty blueberry carton
Checkbook
Primary ballot
Rubber gloves
Eye glasses
Fluff from the couch cushion (he unzipped the cushion cover first - talented!)
We have tried to baby-proof the house to keep Boley (and our stuff) safe. It’s hard to know what to keep out of his reach when EVERYTHING looks like food. I hope the vet folks are wrong. In the meantime, I may cover the entire contents my house in bubble wrap. Hmmm… I wonder if THAT is delicious.
