This time it’s me.
A couple of weeks ago I took the owners of a sock eating Great Dane to task. In my post I asked, “Do these people pay attention to their dog at all?”
Turns out, my dog ate something I wasn’t aware of.
Last week I’m walking the dogs when Sampson needs to do his pooping business. As I’m standing there watching (really, you have to pay attention people) I see a poop come out and it had lots of grass in it, and something blue.
Yeah, BLUE! WTF!! I took a quick look as I picked it up and at first glance it looked like a gum packet. Odd, but not impossible, but I’m standing on the side of the road, with two crazy dogs so I couldn’t examine it more closely. I closed the bag and went on my way.
Curiosity is a funny thing. I was consumed by that poop the whole way home, sort of like a kid in the candy store with a dollar in my pocket. In fact that poop bag practically spoke to me the entire way home. Open me, open me, you know you want to. See what treasures I contain. (I admit, treasures might not be the best word to use in this particular instance.) The point is, I was just itching to open the bag to see what Sampson could possibly have eaten.
As soon as I got into the yard I opened the bag.
No I did not take a photo and you are welcome.
There was something blue alright but it turns out it wasn’t a gum packet. It was one of those little white and blue packets that you find in freeze-dried treats. These little packets are generally made of one of three things; iron oxide, silicon or charcoal. The only one that presents any danger to your pet is the iron. But seeing as I didn’t know this yet, I left the bag on top of the garbage bin, just in case the vet needed to see it And then I placed a call to my vet.
I said, “You guys must wonder if I watch my frickin’ dogs at all!”
The vet tech laughed and said, “We don’t think that at all!” Then I heard her whisper to the other tech, “It’s Jodi Stone, guess what her dog ate this time?”
The other tech said, “Wait a minute let me look up her history.” And yet another one said, “I’ve got $5 it’s Delilah and she ate chocolate.”
That conversation really didn’t happen, at least not when I could hear it.
Long story short, since Sampson had passed the packet and was acting fine, there was nothing to be concerned about.
When Hubby got home I told him what I’d found. Of course he wanted to see for himself. (It’s human nature I tell ya!) Hubby and I both had WTF expressions on our faces because Sampson IS NOT the dog that eats stuff. Literally I can set a plate of food on the floor in front of him and tell him to leave it and walk away and he won’t touch it.
We finally figured out it was from the package of Freeze-dried tripe that we use for their meals. Unbeknownst to us, it must have fallen out and because it smelled like Tripe, well Sampson ate it.
I guess Sampson figures if Delilah can eat Balsamic Vinegar spiders, he can eat tripe flavored silicone packets.
Really? You HAD to go there? WTF is wrong with you Mama?
You know with that title the world wants to read whether we know the true meaning or not.”
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