I had a few crazy days this last week, both ending with me saying “The dog did WHAT??!!”
First was Holly, a gorgeous white greyhound who I was sitting for the week. We were outside and I was watering my trees. I looked over and saw Holly going to town rubbing her face in the grass. She was really rubbing like crazy, and looked to be in heaven. I smiled thinking how cute that she’s enjoying her grass rub so much. She stood up and, horror, she was covered with grime.
What the hell? I called her over and her face, ears, neck and shoulders were covered in brown grime. What the heck was it? One sniff and I knew: she had been rubbing herself in dog poop! Why on earth would a dog do that??
Needless to say, she got a long luxurious bath pronto!
Then the next day, one of the dogs had gotten the pack of pork chops that was thawing out in the sink and consumed the entire package, leaving just shreds of styrofoam and plastic wrap on a dog bed in the living room. “Oh. My. God!!!” I said as I walked into the room, along with a few f-bombs. I went into panic mode, calling the vet right away to see if eating raw pork or ingesting pieces of styrofoam would have any ill effects. “Be on the lookout for diarrhea” was about all they could say. I guess the barbecue spice rub was just too tempting to resist. Thankfully none of the dogs experienced any adverse effects. I still don’t know which of the five dogs did it but I have a feeling it was my Luca…
So it been a few days of me finding myself saying, “The dog did WHAT????”
I think anyone who has dogs has inevitably found themselves saying that at one time or another…or probably many times over.
What has your dog done that made you say that?