December 16, 2004
Part II
You gulp down your dinner like we haven't fed you in a month. You pant around the house and if a dog could look green you would, with the heaves that must only be described as the need for doggie Prilosec. (Where is that purple motorhome for dogs?) You then proceed into the front room and throw up not only your dinner, but one of my husband's socks. NOTE: You thankfully throw up undigesteted dogfood and said sock right next to my husband's bare vunerable foot. THANK YOU LORD.
Just what the hell were you thinking, eating a sock? How do you eat a sock?
Heh, I wanted Lisa to take a picture of the mess, just for effect!
A WHOLE UNCHEWED SOCK!
That's one MORE odd sock for Daddy to wear... Thanks Benny.
Martin
Posted by: Martin | December 16, 2004 at 10:35 PM
Benny?! I for sure had that pegged as being China. How the hell does an animal swallow an entire sock? By the way, ever find that turkey carcass?
Posted by: Darr | December 16, 2004 at 10:46 PM
Have your dogs gotten into the tinsel yet? The day I knew I was ready for kids was the day I pulled an 18-inch strand of tinsel out of my dog's ass. That's love, folks.
Posted by: Stacy | December 17, 2004 at 10:11 AM
Is your dog related to Holly's dog?
Posted by: Amy | December 17, 2004 at 05:24 PM
...and by way of follow up to this entry I offer this:
Tonight we came home from picking up Dex, a pizza, a bottle of wine, etc. to find...
....gasp....
....shock....
....horror....
a LARGE pile of half digested grass in the middle of our BED!
Yep, it weighed about 2lbs and smelled very much like it had been inside Benny since last night. Apparently in the effort to calm his little tummy after the sock incident he took it upon himself to use the "old dog wives" cure of eating grass for a bad tummy. But as usual he went overboard and ate far more than his tummy could handle.
Guess who didn't get any dinner tonight...
Martin
Posted by: Martin | December 17, 2004 at 10:30 PM
That? Is disgusting. Benny needs a muzzle so he can't eat unauthorized substances. I can't keep Merlyn the cat away from plastic. Tape, saran wrap, bags, whatever, if it's plastic, he wants to eat it. He's 12, you'd think by now he would learn that everytime he does that, he throws it up. But nope, he remains a plastic junky.
Posted by: Darr | December 17, 2004 at 11:57 PM
eeww. once, on a KILLER hangover, i went out to the kitch to make a hot pocket. Once i heard the ding of the micro wave, i bounced off the walls to get back out there. lol. anywho, on my way, i felt something squishy between my toes,...HAIRBALL !!! EWWW! the EXACT consistancy of my hot pocket !!needless to say, i did NOT eat, or forget!! lol
Posted by: michelle | December 25, 2004 at 03:26 AM