Thursday, March 29, 2012

Who moved my cheese?

Last weekend I came home to a dog bed and a shag carpet riddled with dog poo poo pants.  The bad kind.  The door was completely open to the garden, which means she was legitimately sick. Dolly has been with me for over 12 years (she is over 13) and she has never had an accident...clearly I was worried.

After a trip to the vet, an x-ray, ultrasound and a lot of poking a prodding, it was determined she had gotten into something.

Um, YA THINK???

Anyway, we are 3 days into antibiotics, probiotics changing over her food and getting back on her "poo feet".  So what do I come home to today?  She has removed a BLOCK of gruyere out of the trash can,(I cleaned out my fridge) unwrapped it and consumed the whole thing.

Should I just cover the entire place in plastic sheeting?

Oh dear.

Love,
Katie
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3 comments:

  1. nkcp25March 29, 2012 at 8:35 PM

    Ahhh, reminds me of a few Buck stories that probably shouldn't be shared with the world, or at least not for those with weak stomachs...

    P.S. my "prove you're not a robot" word was HOTHO - not sure if I'm offended or flattered :-)

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  2. AnonymousMarch 30, 2012 at 12:14 AM

    Dolly's farts can burn my nostril hair. Her runny poo must be biological warfare.

    Love,
    Noods

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  3. SuperdumApril 4, 2012 at 9:59 PM

    Hotho is fantastic! Compliment fo sho.

    XO,
    Kristen

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