Heart Like a Dog

The Good, the Bad, and the Oh My God of living with dogs!

Stinky and Needy

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After I left the house for work I thought, oh crap the garbage is full (and stinky) and I forgot to put the chair in front of the cabinet.  She’s going to go in the garbage.

Oddly Hubby and I arrived home at the same time, let me go in first I said, I’m pretty sure she’s been in the garbage.

There was stuff all over the living room floor alright, but it wasn’t from the garbage.  She’d found a box of Bisquick and eaten what was left of the contents.  Best guess?  2 cups of Bisquick.

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I called the vet (I swear, they must cringe when the caller ID shows my name) they didn’t seem to think it was anything to worry about but she might have a little gastro distress.

Well that was an understatement.

The smell in the car on the way to our walk was disgusting.  Something smells like shit Hubby said.

Another understatement.  I wish she’d gotten into the syrup maybe then it would have smelled like pancakes.

On our walk she was eating grass, good she’ll puke and the smell will go away.

She didn’t.  It didn’t.

Bedtime rolls around.

About 12:30 I feel this thump on the mattress next to my body, blearily I open my eyes and see Sampson staring at me,  I stumble to the door and both dogs go outside.

I wait five minutes and check on them, here comes Delilah but Sampson is just lying on the deck. I coax him in and we go back to bed.

Three more times I’m awakened by Sampson thumping his head on the mattress. I finally thought maybe he’s hot, I got up and opened the bedroom door, crawled back into bed.  Delilah growls as my foot slides past her.

At 2:30 the thump comes again.  I’m tired and I’m pissed.  I grab my pillow and a blanket and head out to the living room.  I notice there’s no water in the dog’s bowl so I fill it up.  Sampson takes a drink.

I throw my blanket down on the floor and turn to grab the pillow and Sampson lies on the blanket.  I grab another blanket, wrap myself in it and lay down next to him.   With one hand under his head and one on his belly we finally fall asleep.

IMG_4913 This photo was recreated for the purpose of this post.

About 4:30 he gets up and goes to lay on the couch.  I grab my pillow and head back to bed only to find my spot taken by Stinky.  I coax her a bit and she stretches out, head facing the foot of the bed.  I slide in and she growls again.

Whatever, I’m dead tired and I need some sleep.I close my eyes and feel a pulse against my leg, then another and another, what’s that my sleep deprived mind asks?

And then I smell it.

I open my eyes and realize her ass is about a foot and a half from my face. I think, Cripes, she’s farting against my leg and I’m breathing in her ass gas.  I’m probably burning my lungs out.

I grab my pillow and back to the living room and curl up on the couch.

IMG_4914 This photo was recreated for the purpose of this post.

Which is where Hubby found me when he got up at 6:00 am.
This is the Monday Mischief Blog hop hosted by Alfie’s Blog, Snoopy’s Dog Blog and My Brown Newfies.

This Dog Will Be the Death of Me

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If she doesn’t kill me on the trail, she’ll frighten me to death.

Let me start by saying as far as I can tell, Delilah is okay.

If you’re my friend on facebook, you already know what happened.  If you’re not, what are you waiting for?

I came home after a four hour break yesterday to find a shredded plastic bag on the floor.

Nothing new.  I picked up the remnants and looked at the bag thinking, what the hell was in that?

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I looked around, couldn’t figure it out and went about the rest of my day.

When Hubby came home I said, do you know what the hell was in this bag?

Nope.

He looked around and exclaimed, Packing Peanuts!

Holy shit. Are you kidding me? (I lied, I actually cussed a lot more than that.  What can I say?  I could make a sailor blush.)

We searched every room in the house but not a trace of packing peanuts did we find.  Hubby went out to the trash, no peanuts.

There’s only one conclusion.

Delilah ate about three to four cups of packing peanuts.

I about lost my shit.  I im’d Jodi Chick who said, Keep an eye on her. If she stops eating/pooping or if she vomits, you need to worry.  Hopefully, you’ll see a whole lot of packing peanuts come out the other end, but if you don’t? Worry.

I called the vet’s office to get the number for the emergency vet and thankfully the vets in my office are available by phone before 9:00 pm.  As luck would have it, I pulled my vet who called me back within two minutes.

She felt it was probably cornstarch peanuts and that Delilah would be okay, but recommended no food.

Well that’s not going to go over well I said.

Then just give her a small handful, if she vomits during the night you need to bring her to the emergency vet, but if she doesn’t then she can resume regular meals tomorrow.

Then I sent a text to Jenny Jugs, who assured me she’d probably be fine, but to watch her.

Do you see how I roll?

Flash forward an hour, we’re sitting watch TV and Hubby says, what if it was him?  What if he’s been doing it all along and we’ve been blaming her?

So neither dog got a full dinner.

IMG_4613 You’re such a drama queen, it was just a little bag of peanuts. Before you were allergic to them, you loved them too.

Thanks Delilah and my gray hair and shortened lifespan thanks you too.

Update:  Despite not having a full meal, both dogs did very well last night.  After waiting a couple of minutes for the second course they both went and settled down.  I held off on their filled bone snack until almost 10:00 pm.  They went out for the night but she didn’t poop.

I’m exhausted, when I slept it was with one eye and one ear open, but both dogs (and Hubby) slept comfortably through the night.

This morning she had a tiny movement which looked okay to me.  They had their normal breakfast although I refrained from giving them their garlic tablets as I was afraid it might make her gassy.  I plan on going home at lunch for our walk and have asked my mom to check in on them if she hears anything unusual.

Delilah seemed her normal self this morning, scrounging around for food and I even caught her grazing at wood chips.

What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger right?

This is the Monday Mischief Blog hop hosted by Alfie’s Blog, Snoopy’s Dog Blog and My Brown Newfies.

 

My Dog Likes Wood

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Friday on Talking Dogs Blog, Sue was updating us on puppy Rosie.  Sue said, “She is, by far, the easiest puppy we’ve ever had.  Zero destruction.  All joy.”

Which of course made me think back to my own little punkin, also a very easy puppy.

Sampson and Me Me and my Punkin, the first time I held him, he was three weeks old.

Which isn’t to say, he wasn’t a tiny bit destructive.

Dogs are as unique and individual as people.  Delilah enjoys agility while Sampson does not. I think this holds true in other things as well.

Delilah loves shredding paper.  Paper towels, napkins, tissues.  Sampson wouldn’t touch them if they were coated with cheese.

For chewing purposes we will leave Delilah out of that equation, as she will chew just about anything.

Our little Beagle, Roxanne loved to chew plastic, while Sampson has always favored wood.
(Siriusly, what did you think this post was about anyway?  It is a DOG blog, get your dirty little mind out of the gutter!)

Case in point, he chewed the feet of my wooden coat rack.  We tried to prevent his chewing, we gave him alternative toys, we sprayed bitter apple on it, eventually what worked was removing it from his area until he fully understood what he was allowed to chew and what he wasn’t.

Once the coat rack was removed and he still had the urge to chew wood, he had to look to other items in the kitchen to satisfy his needs.

One day I came home to discover he had chewed the footrest to the breakfast bar!  The breakfast bar that Hubby had carefully built and assembled, it was the center piece of our recently completed renovations in our very large and beautiful kitchen.

My first thought was Hubby is going to kill him.  I was worried.  I had been the one hellbent on getting a puppy and while I knew Hubby loved Sampson, I wasn’t sure that a huge fight wasn’t going to take place, with battle lines drawn, me defending Sampson and Hubby calling for stricter sanctions.

I took Sampson outside for potty and came in to await the storm about to break.

How was your day?  I cheerfully asked standing in front of the breakfast bar blocking the chewed footrest from his view.

Frivolities over it was time to face the music.

Um…I have something to show you, please don’t be mad.

WHAT?

When the words eventually finished stumbling out of my mouth, imagine my surprise when Hubby laughed and said, I didn’t like that footrest anyway!

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA Who could ever stay mad at that little punkin face?

Have you ever had to go to bat for your pet?  Did it turn out the way you expected?

This is Monday Mischief.  Many thanks to our friends Alfie’s Blog, Snoopy’s Dog Blog and My Brown Newfies.

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