Last night JB and I had a moment of miscommunication. Scrubs is pretty independent now, and he can roam the house on his own, but we keep the laundry up and any other items that he might think of trying to eat or chew on.
Last night, I was on the phone. I thought JB was watching the dog. He thought I was watching the dog while I talked.
I wandered into the living room to find a very quiet dog. Too quiet. I reached into his mouth and saw something white -- just a small item. I grabbed it and pulled (and pulled and pulled). He had swallowed a sock!! Only the tip was not swallowed.
And worse! It was my sock! Why couldn't he choose one of JB's?!
I turned my back and when I turned back around he was returning from the bedroom with another sock. Apparently JB had put the laundry basket on the floor to get ready for bed, and Scrubs was determined to eat one before the night was out. I put him in his kennel after that.
This morning, the adventures of Scrubs continued on. He had two splinters in his foot, and when JB tried to hold him down to take them out he went crazy. Florida has these horrible "stickers" as we called them when we were kids. I am not sure what the scientific name for them is. They really stick into your feet though! We finally got them out with JB holding him down and me pulling out the splinters. They say you are supposed to practice restraining your dog. I guess I haven't been practicing enough.
I have been told that Dalmatians are prone to sulk, but I had never seen our dog do it before. He proceeded to spend the next thirty minutes ignoring us. John even tried to give him some peanut butter -- something he never turns down. Scrubs turned his back and walked away! I think he's finally forgiven us, but holy cow, how pitiful!
Tomorrow he's going to be even more mad at us. He gets fixed! Yikes!
6 comments:
awwwww poor Scrubs!
why do you need socks in FL? :-)
even I wore flip flops yesterday when it was 47 here!
only a month til we visit! I can't wait!
Do you run Rachel? It's a running sock! :)
I have not worn dress socks ONE time since we moved here!
How scary!!!! I'm glad you caught him in time. And that is so funny about him ignoring you. :)
Saw this and thought of Scrubs...
This morning, I woke up and kissed my dad's head.
I peed on the carpet, then went back to bed.
"The life of a puppy, oh my, this is great."
Then I thought about breakfast," I hope it's not late."
Mom took me outside, we walked for a while.
This never fails to make Mama smile.
I sniffed of everything, that we did pass,
I ate something weird - it gave me gas.
I'm sure God loves me, I know that is true.
He gave me so many great things to chew.
Rugs, plants or rocks, I really don't care.
What I truly like best, is Dad's underwear.
That obedience book, was sort of yummy.
Though it didn't sit well on my poor puppy tummy.
I threw up a bit, but that was all right,
When Mom found it later, I was well out of sight.
I made streamers of T.P., while running at full speed.
Mom is pretty quick--but I was still in the lead.
I flew under the bed, and Mom flew past,
She stopped-shook her head, and breathed,
"You're too fast."
Mama later phoned Daddy, and said, "It was frightening!"
That afternoon, she was sure I'd pooped lighting.
She'd sat at the computer, while I chewed the cord,
She thought I was mad, but I was just bored.
When Mama had enough, couldn't take anymore,
That's when my tushy got shoved out the door.
I love it inside, but outside is best.
Lay in the cool grass, and had a good rest.
That didn't last long, there was too much to do--
Can't quite remember where I hid Daddy's shoe.
I found an old bone, and scratched at a flea,
I watched the dumb squirrels as they jumped in a tree.
I barked at the kids, when they got off the bus.
I can't figure out why this makes Mama fuss.
I barked at the neighbor, I barked at the wind.
I barked and barked, till Mom yelled, "COME IN."
The sun dipped in the west-soon Daddy would come!
I sure love my daddy: we always have fun.
I barked at my daddy, then turned on my charms,
I woo-wooed, "Hello," then jumped in his arms.
Sitting under the table - it's sooo hard to wait.
Daddy slipped me a goodie right off his plate.
I raced through the house, and scattered my toys,
Ricocheted off the furniture, and made lots of noise.
Mom found her purse - the one I abused.
Daddy let loose a chuckle. Mom asked "Amused??"
I cowered down low, I must be in trouble.
Dad said, "Wasn't MY boy, it must be his double!"
Mom turned off the TV, and said, "Time for bed."
Dad said "Let's go boy," and patted my head.
I got in my spot, between Mom and Dad,
I thought 'bout my day and what fun I had.
Mama kicked out my bone from the covers below,
Then let loose a sigh -- a sigh deep and low.
She gave me a kiss, and snuggled me tight,
And whispered so softly, 'My darling, goodnight."
-- Author Unknown
Again...apologies for just now commenting...
I had a cat once that would sulk anytime my ex-husband would go out of town. When he returned, she would literally go to the corner of his office and FACE IT (like she was in time-out) and sit there. She was so determined to ignore him, but she wanted to make it obvious that's what she was doing. LOL!
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