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Post by Mumsey on Jan 16, 2016 19:43:52 GMT -5
You would wish you were a mouse in the corner. I get up the other morning, Princess and I do our thing. She goes outside. I fix a cup of coffee. She eats. We go to the computer for a few minutes. She asks for her carrot.
Then I go to the basement to get laundry out of dryer. Oh, crap....what was THAT? I go in to the laundry room, it's dark in there. On the way to the dryer, turn the light on. Before I get to the light my bare foot steps in something gooey and cold.
Dog puke! So I hop on one leg to grab the light string. I knew it wasn't poop cuz there was no smell. So I hop on one leg to where the paper towels are. I grab the first bottle of whatever cleaner I can find. It's vinegar in a spray bottle. Works for me! At least it wasn't on carpet. Smart dog. And it was garbage day, a double bonus!
Guess she must have been down there unbeknown to us before bedtime.
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Post by ahntjudy on Jan 16, 2016 19:47:53 GMT -5
Delightful... B-|
And yep...Yay!...not on the rug...Good dog!
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On Christmas, down at my brother's...he gave Summer a beef bone he had baked for onion soup... When I saw her eating 'something' out on the deck...I said "What's that!? Don't give her that!" He said..."She'll be fine...she won't be able to eat that...she'll just chew on it...it's hard as a rock"
Yeah right... Before long...even though I thought I had kept an eye on her...it was gone...my mistake... The next day, back at home, during the night, she crapped multiple piles in the back of the dining room on the carpet and had diarrhea for 2 days...poor doggie...thankfully no vomiting... I wanted to wring my brother's neck...
That won't be happening again... O_o
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Post by Mumsey on Jan 17, 2016 4:51:27 GMT -5
I wanted to wring my brother's neck... I would too! Nope it wasn't on a rug.
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Post by lisaann on Jan 17, 2016 8:28:40 GMT -5
Mumsey , That reminds me of Bandit and the sock story I have told before: I was sorting laundry and Bandit was helping me. She picked up one of my son's socks and spit it out and started gagging. I'm hollering for her not to puke and get out of here. And remember, that was the dog that could roll in rotten turtle guts.
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Post by binnylou on Jan 17, 2016 11:16:19 GMT -5
Daughter had a rescue dog that was a puker. He was always hungry, he ate way too fast, and then he would let go. Even though she divided his daily rations over four feedings, he still gobbled and the problem didn't go away.
We were visiting her in Florida and all sitting at the table for a meal. Poley is cruising around the table for droppings. With three kids, there's bound to be something on the floor. He's under my chair and I hear the "sounds" that tell me he has a problem. Daughter says, "don't worry, Mom. He cleans up." And then I hear him..again... and again. Daughter tells me that his record is four times. I'm totally grossed out by this..I don't handle puke very well at all....not dog, cat, people, kid...I just don't.
Poley was a good dog. I remember him sleeping in his basket and when one of the kids wanted to sit in the basket with him, he would scoot over and make room for one or two of them.
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Post by lilolpeapicker on Jan 18, 2016 12:28:16 GMT -5
You are indeed lucky. With the trouble my cat has keeping food down she has blest boxes with bills and paperwork in it or my filing cabinet(on rollers) left open the night before...on furniture, cabinets...there isn't a surface she has missed except the ceiling. (puke)
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Post by Mumsey on Jan 18, 2016 18:45:13 GMT -5
Pea, I am lucky compared to your experiences! It's not a frequent occurrence here.
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