CSI - HELP!!!

[Cathy C. Bennett]

WHATS WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE?

My other sock is GONE! And I mean gone FOREVER!!
My family doesn’t believe me (this always happens), but I know what I saw. You be the judge, here’s my story and I’m sticking to it:

Harley has grown up  creating “odd” toys to amuse himself with. He has always loved to “snatch” the warm dryer sheets out of the dryer as I fold clothes and take them to his area and tear them to shreds. Leo on the other hand takes his and usually eats half of it.

Should Harley feel you’ve not spent enough “quality” time with him, he will go after your sock or slipper, take it to his area and lay with it until you need it, hence, he gets his attention. He won’t hoard it, he just holds onto it, forcing you to come to him. Of course now when we see him with something, we know what this means so we spend some “Harley-Darly” time with him and all is once again “right with the world.”

Last night, as I sat in the recliner taking a 15 minute “me” moment, Leo took my sock out of my slipper. I “watched” him “watch” me as he slithered backwards to his bed with my sock in his mouth. At first I thought nothing of it, but after a few minutes, I became intrigued because Leo’s never done anything like this before so I decided to observe the activity and that’s when I saw Leo finishing what seemed to be one huge last swallow. It was like a scene out of the movie Anaconda – and my sock was Jon Voight! The item I “believed” to be my sock didn’t stand a chance. I was in shock. I dove to his bed, tried to pry his mouth open and then had this reality check – I was not “Steve Irwin – Crocodile Hunter”, I was not sticking my hand down Leo’s throat – not happening! For about two minutes I sat with him, and watched to see what would happen next, but he just kept watching me back….

I tried to convince my family, but to no avail, they just humored me and continued about their evening routines – HUMANS! I searched some more and came up with nothing, I spent the rest of the night on “Leo patrol”, but he seemed fine.

On our regular walk this morning I was prepared to see my sock again – ugh! But no such luck (if that’s what you want to call it). Everything he needed to do, he did – with no problems. So, I called the vet, explained our story and she reassured me this was not life threatening. As long as he’s not acting lethargic, refusing to eat, or drink then there’s probably no obstruction to his intestines. And if that’s the case, we just wait for it to “travel” on its own. Huh!

Every Doodle day is another Doodle adventure – I’ll keep you posted…

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[Barbara B., Sasha & Oliver]

There was a recent post on here where someone's doodle at a sock and they pooped it out in a couple of days I think.  Oliver is my little "big" thief.  I need to keep my purse and work bag either behind closed doors or sipped up, buckled, up or just plain up.   He likes socks as well but I can always tell when he bolts from a room that he has something he is not suppose to.  That is a dead give away all them time !!!  LOL