… and they call it puppy love?

I am sure people with kids must go through the same thing – like where you just wonder why on earth did I think getting a puppy (or having a child) would be a good idea? Was I mad? Could I plead temporary insanity?

What could be prompting me to these deep questions, you ask? Well, let’s just say that this should be a warning to all!!!

The other evening I was out with Bailey in the front yard when one of the neighbors came down. He has a sausage dog and he brought his daughter too. We were having fun watching the digs chase one another around and his daughter chasing the dogs. All fun and game…

His daughter drops her glove on the ground and Dad tells her to pick it up before the dogs get it. Well, Bailey must have suddenly got his English translator working because no sooner were the words uttered than he comes racing down and snags the glove. Of he goes, glove in mouth. I wasn’t too worried though because he has been at obedience training for a few months now and knows what the ‘come’ command is. So I thought!

No amount of calling is persuading him that it would be a good idea to come anywhere near us.

I try chasing, but he is way faster than me.

Then I figured I will go get some real cookies for him. He has, as the training instructor noticed, a real food motivation. So I run in the house and get his favorite treats – those yucky smelling liver things. Come out and start to call him and show him his yummy treats. Usually this is a no brainer, but not tonight.

No, he raises his head and flicks an ear at me and decides that what he has in his mouth is obviously some important prize not to be relinquished for anything so feeble as a few liver treats. I creep a bit closer to him and keep trying to persuade him how nice these treats really are.

He starts to come over and I am beginning to savor the anticipation of out foxing the little beast … aaahhhhh @$#@ he swallows the glove!

The whole glove – gulp – down it goes. True it is a kids glove, but it is still quite big and knitted.

I rush over and try to stick my fingers down his throat – nope, it’s all gone.

So now I have a screaming kid who lost her glove, a father who is in shock never having seen a dog Bailey’s size swallow a glove and me wondering what the heck to do now!!!

Bailey is dragged in the house and I decide I should try and make him puke it up. Not thinking of anything better I start to squirt salt water down his throat. Yeah, he wasn’t too impressed by that! He didn’t puke anything though.

I call the emergency vet and she says not to make him sick, but just to watch him for vomiting or cramping or bowel issues. ‘Em, right, so how do you tell if a dog is cramping?

Anyway, I give him lots of water to drink – after the salt water he is a bit suspicious of liquids, bot overcomes it eventually. He seems fine and we all go to bed – well the neighbor goes home to his own one though, before anyone gets any ideas!

Next morning, I am woken by bailey puking and what pops up, but one kiddie glove, some assorted mulch and cherry stones.

Will he have learnt his lesson? No!

He still is eating mulch, cherries, rotten apples and anything else that his nose finds in front of it!!!


One response to “… and they call it puppy love?

  1. Hahaha!! This is a great story!! I’m use to this at this point although Taz does not eat clothing, but he does eat all sorts of human food. Once he got a ham sandwich still in the baggy and ate it. We had no idea until it came out the other end (bag and all). He also ate a 3 week old cornish game hen(raw) and a whole hershey’s chocolate bar. And nothing ever happens he just sleeps and then poops like these things are completely normal. I love Bailey and the fact that he hate a kids glove!! Are you going to gove it back? All covered in puke mulch??? Hahahaha

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s