tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381075063584328142.post3456544045108561969..comments2023-11-02T07:55:33.895-03:00Comments on If you want trouble ... find yourself a redhead. : FootnoteThe Boss Bitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08926869723487907630noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381075063584328142.post-69336384373570436232013-01-11T21:35:30.901-04:002013-01-11T21:35:30.901-04:00Honestly I have no idea how many socks Leeloo has ...Honestly I have no idea how many socks Leeloo has had pass through her. It's a lot. She always horked them up or pooped them out. At 3 months old she ate 6 feet of a nylon leash that she had access to for about a minute - I guess I should have known. I think Boy ate the sock because it smelled like dog food, one of the girls came to see what he had and, like most dogs, he scarfed it possessively. I knew how big it was to begin with so I am sure it's all out but sheesh ... you can never turn your back! The Boss Bitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08926869723487907630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381075063584328142.post-33679745484001901282013-01-11T18:57:25.232-04:002013-01-11T18:57:25.232-04:00I am really glad you posted this. We came home one...I am really glad you posted this. We came home one day a few months ago and when the dog (English Springer) didn't show up to greet us at the door, we knew she was up to no good. She made a belated appearance and looked extremely guilty. What had she done? Chewed up a sock that she found in her brother's trash can.<br /><br />This dog (aged almost 10) had NEVER touched fabric before, much less a sock, but apparently the sock had been used to clean up "something" that smelled delicious to her and she couldn't resist (Bro claims no knowledge of what substance was and I didn't want to press it, ugh). So we found this half-masticated sock. Whew, I think, she didn't swallow any. <br /><br />Fast forward three days. Dog acting/eating/pooping normal. She goes in car with me for short trip to store. I come out and find a big wad of half-digested sock and remains of breakfast on the floor of car. GROSS! But yay, I think, it's out. End of episode.<br /><br />Nope. Two weeks later, repeat the first paragraph. I scream at Son, saying, "You never told me there was another sock and why did you leave it where she could find it!" He says, with a straight face, "You never asked." ARGH!!! Anyway, yes, she chewed up the other disgusting sock, which Son put in a different trash can but of course she tracked down. This time I assumed some of the sock made its way into her tum. I watched her closely... nothing happened, for a whole week. Then I got a call at work from Hubby telling me that she'd refused b'fast (NEVER happens) and horked up the sock. Okay, now we're REALLY done, right?<br /><br />No, again. A week and a half after THAT dog is acting miserable. Drooping around. Still eating, but not herself. Sure enough, up comes yet another piece of sock. So then I freaked out. What if there was still some in there, and it was truly impacted, and she needed surgery, blah blah blah. Off to the vet we went. $200 and a couple x-rays later, vet says there *might* be another small piece but probably not. She prescribed light meals for a couple days and a sharp eye.<br /><br />Nothing has come out of either end since then. Dog has been fine, knock on wood. She only stayed on the "light meal plan" for a day and a half as she was badgering her dad, who works from home, non-stop for more food (she was only getting rice) and he couldn't stand it. <br /><br />I am amazed that your dogs have eaten so many socks with such insouciance, and I hope Raimi will be fine from now on!RiderWriterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05679157278313699794noreply@blogger.com