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Introducing Murphy and Bella - the Garbage Dogs
Ever have one of those days when your dog/s do something so annoying that you can't even look at them? When you've found something so "after the fact" that yelling like a banshee would be meaningless? And of course, you find this annoying, disgusting and downright unimaginable deed when you are nicely dressed, in a hurry and had just cleaned that area a few hours ago.
Well yesterday, in my hurry to leave for my first appointment of the day, I must have left the pull-out trash cabinet open enough for the my dogs to be able to pull out a full bag of garbage. We had a rotisserie chicken the night before and the whole finished carcass went into the trash. Along with 2 burnt bags of popcorn, rotten strawberries, cucumbers, apples and lettuce, and left over fetticini alfredo, many assorted wrappers, and it was topped off with a nice big heaping of coffee grounds!
Oh the feast they must have had....I can just picture them gobbling it up as fast as they could, in case mom came home unexpectedly and caught them. When I did get home, I found two very dirty faced dogs, coffee grounds all over my newly dry cleaned wool kitchen throw rug and steam cleaned kitchen floor, as well as in their water bowls and on my bed and couch. There were half eaten wrappers all over and every single bit of that chicken carcass and everything else was no where to be seen. Not one morsel anywhere.
After I calmed down enough to realize my yelling was futile, although they both looked guilty as hell, they had no earthly idea what I was ranting about. I spent the next hour cleaning or let's say RE-cleaning my kitchen floor and then realized the extent of damage all this might bring on my poor doodles. I kept picturing big chicken bones stuck in their bellies, all the fat from the Alfredo causing pancreatitis, the impending vomiting we could expect in the next few days.....my mind ran rampant with ideas. So I spent the rest of the day with them, taking them out to go potty, waiting for some sign that everything is passing without any issues. I am still waiting actually. And not really sure for what, but it seems some signs of this chicken should appear doesn't it?
What was funny to me, yes I actually found something funny about this... Is that I really wasn't sure which one did this, and ofcourse I will never know, but as I was giving them each a bath, I found evidence on each one. Bella had coffee grounds deep in her beard and Murphy had a fruit sticker from one of the apples stuck to the back of his paw. No denying, they each partook of the garbage. Now I have nicknamed them my "garbage dogs" . Geez. I had never ever thought of rehoming my dogs before, but I sure wished I could have sent them somewhere yesterday.....for a few minutes anyway. Gotta love those doodles. We now latch the trash cabinet too. Like closing the barn door after the cows are gone. Oh well.
Well yesterday, in my hurry to leave for my first appointment of the day, I must have left the pull-out trash cabinet open enough for the my dogs to be able to pull out a full bag of garbage. We had a rotisserie chicken the night before and the whole finished carcass went into the trash. Along with 2 burnt bags of popcorn, rotten strawberries, cucumbers, apples and lettuce, and left over fetticini alfredo, many assorted wrappers, and it was topped off with a nice big heaping of coffee grounds!
Oh the feast they must have had....I can just picture them gobbling it up as fast as they could, in case mom came home unexpectedly and caught them. When I did get home, I found two very dirty faced dogs, coffee grounds all over my newly dry cleaned wool kitchen throw rug and steam cleaned kitchen floor, as well as in their water bowls and on my bed and couch. There were half eaten wrappers all over and every single bit of that chicken carcass and everything else was no where to be seen. Not one morsel anywhere.
After I calmed down enough to realize my yelling was futile, although they both looked guilty as hell, they had no earthly idea what I was ranting about. I spent the next hour cleaning or let's say RE-cleaning my kitchen floor and then realized the extent of damage all this might bring on my poor doodles. I kept picturing big chicken bones stuck in their bellies, all the fat from the Alfredo causing pancreatitis, the impending vomiting we could expect in the next few days.....my mind ran rampant with ideas. So I spent the rest of the day with them, taking them out to go potty, waiting for some sign that everything is passing without any issues. I am still waiting actually. And not really sure for what, but it seems some signs of this chicken should appear doesn't it?
What was funny to me, yes I actually found something funny about this... Is that I really wasn't sure which one did this, and ofcourse I will never know, but as I was giving them each a bath, I found evidence on each one. Bella had coffee grounds deep in her beard and Murphy had a fruit sticker from one of the apples stuck to the back of his paw. No denying, they each partook of the garbage. Now I have nicknamed them my "garbage dogs" . Geez. I had never ever thought of rehoming my dogs before, but I sure wished I could have sent them somewhere yesterday.....for a few minutes anyway. Gotta love those doodles. We now latch the trash cabinet too. Like closing the barn door after the cows are gone. Oh well.
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Permalink Reply by Sue, Murphy and Bella ()*o*() on
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I agree Donna. But it's another 24 hours and no more vomiting and solid poops, but I haven't seen any bones or fragments either. I will just keep an eye on them and hope for them to continue to feel good.
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