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This morning, as I'm walking out of the bathroom after my shower, I hear my SOs dog grunting. He grunts sometimes, just to grunt. Like when he's stretching or tired. So, not being particularly alarmed, I look over, and... I see the forking dog squatting with his butt aimed over a pile of stuff near my SOs closet! Dropping multiple enormous logs on my SOs $300 sleeping bag, the carpet, and a jacket! I don't know what that dog had eaten, but his poo was like an elephant poo--I mean, there was grass, twigs, various assorted pieces of acorns or god knows what. And it took me three trips with both hands to get it all up. I think there was five pounds of poo there.
I finally get it all cleaned up and am washing my hands when I hear the joyous sound of ack ack ack. Forking dog was throwing up yellowish green goo.
I still have the image of him squatting over a sleeping bag and grunting, and now that some time has passed, I can't stop cracking up. This dog is totally house trained, except for the occasional pee on the hardwood floors and take off like a bat out of hell (he's about 8 months and only does this if he gets ahold of a full water bowl when we aren't looking). And of course, when I caught him, the dog acted like he'd discovered the most wonderful thing in the world.
Bad doggie!
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Animals are my friends--and I don't eat my friends.
~ George Bernard Shaw
"God said, kill and eat!" ~ my grandmother
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