We did it, Taffy and I, grossed out the Lady I rescued more than she ever expected.
The last straw happened on Friday afternoon. It started with a routine potty break to the backyard. Taffy makes her beeline around the corner to where the neighbor’s grill is, where she’s been scoring all sorts of trash and leavings. I followed close behind.
The Lady, right on our heels to keep us out of mischief, scooted us away when we seemed too interested in something, but I continued to lick the pavement. She did not like the looks of what she saw, got the hose, and washed of the sidewalk, not seeming concerned about getting me wet at all. While putting the hose away she noticed Taffy eating something.
That is nothing new. “Taffy! What are you eating!” she screams, thinking it’s just another rock. She starts trying to open her mouth and take it out when she realizes its a dead baby bird, fallen out of its nest too soon. “Ick! Ick! Ick! Drop it Taffy, drop it!” Taffy is latched on good, but the Lady is not going to touch what’s in her mouth. She’s desperate as to how she’s going to get that gross thing away from Taffy. She’s screaming to herself in the backyard, “What am I going to do!” There is nothing to use like a plastic bag or a paper towel so she just picks up Taffy, hanging her upside down, shaking her. Please do not do this but it called for desperate measures. Taffy dropped the remains and the Lady shoved her in the back door, grabbed a plastic bag, the remains and threw them away.
She caught me at the scene of the crime again, grabbed the hose and rinsed the area some more making sure we weren’t going to find anything.
What is the grossest thing your dog has done or eaten? It seems Taffy and I are on a roll. Just the other day I found a nice meaty, greasy bone in the park. There is no way the Lady is getting it out of my mouth and she knows it. Again, she has no plastic bags or anything to use. She basically marches me straight to the dog park where she can get a bag, but when she grabs it, it breaks off and I get what’s left in my mouth. That will teach her! But she still tried and managed to pick up some small bones. I am feeling fine so there doesn’t seem to be any ill effects from what I ate.
But not so with Taffy. Just diagnosed with Irritable Bowel Syndrome, she can’t be eating the crap she does. The Lady can’t even begin to tell you what she sees in her poop. The tied off end from a ballon for example. She has to keep Taffy on a very short leash in the park, she loves any kind of paper wrappers, plastic bottle caps, she will eat anything, in seconds, leaving the Lady little time to see what she ate let alone pry it from her mouth.
It has to be food, or have been food at one time, for me to want to eat it, like the bone. My favorite gross thing to do is roll in smelly stuff. Dead snakes, deer poo, anything dead. If you’ve read my blog, there are some good stories about the Lady and I having to drive home with the windows open because I smelled so bad.
The Lady is not real happy with us. I’m sure she’ll get over it, she always does. After all, we are just dogs, aren’t we?
I am joining the Monday Mischief Blog Hop hosted by My Brown Newfies. Mischief and gross go hand in hand!