my grossest post ever.
okay, one more. the pre-prepreface. i'm dogsitting for the hansons this weekend. you know joel from his fewest posts ever fame.let's get a pre-preface going... this very well could be the latest i have ever posted. you could benefit from this tidbit. we'll have to see.
let me preface this post with this: i love the hanson dogs. so much in fact, that i have said multiple times just tonight, 'i love ya, bosco.'
i've been reading nicholas nickelby. the soundtrack is amazing. you should get it. oh, wait. that's not a soundtrack. books don't have soundtracks. that's bosco PUKING! 'i love ya, bosco, but you've got to stop eating things that aren't meant to be eaten.' did you see how i did that? i left out the second half of the sentence when i first said it. it made you think that was all there was, didn't it? yeah. i'm sure it did.
i have no recollection of ever dealing with a vomity dog. vomity children, yes, but dogs, no. what's been interesting is the progression. he changes it up every time. here's where the squeamish may want to skip ahead. go ahead, it's all right, no one will think less of you. bosco, who is an awesome chocolate lab by the way, started out with straight food. i was greeted by two small piles of leftover breakfast in the bathroom when i first came over. then, after supper, his stomach rejected virtually all of his food near the patio door. this was when i called and asked, what's with your dog? soon, my question was answered by the canine who doesn't speak. that was pile #3 by the door. we had a few stomach acid pools around the kitchen and then, the poor guy couldn't stand to stand still. so he walked. this results in trails. and the more he threw up, the harder it was to find because it became clearer with each offering. so, the trailing with the lack of visibility was what resulted in a small run-in with my foot and vomit. no big deal, just wash it off, but it made very nervous. it's been about a half an hour since the last episode, so i'm thinking maybe he's good.
i must say, however, he is smart. he removes himself from any carpeted area right before he releases his stomach muscles. i like that. we've had that going for us. makes for easier cleanup.
so this has been my night. it's all right. i take it in stride. no big deal. but really, guys, if you wanted me to wash your floors, there are easier ways. just ask.
posted by julie @ 10:34 PM
3 Comments:
Oh Julie! You poor thing. I'm not into pukey animals. I do love that he moves to hard floors, though. Ruby decided to eat her breakfast really fast yesterday morning and then deposit it on our bedspread shortly after. Cats are clearly not as smart as dogs...
My Chessie has the whole thing backwards...she goes to the carpet before throwing up. This usually happens within a day or so of my cleaning the carpet.
Then there was the $1200 rock she swallowed. The $1200s was for surgery to remove it from her intestines. Good thing she's so cute.
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He removes himself from any carpeted area right before he releases his stomach muscles?!!
Oh I wish! When Barley (our dog) gets sick he tries to find string-like things to each. He's eaten the fringe off of rugs, our kid's socks, ribbon, etc., just to have something to puke up. gross. and then he deposits it all right onto the carpet. thank you doggy.
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