Yesterday Barley and I played with 4 great danes at the dog park. It was a lot of fun for Barley, and he almost knocked one over. He was really enjoying himself, but I think he was secretly envious of their stature. Maybe that’s what led him to eat an entire chicken carcass off the counter.
That’s right, while we were watching a movie, we heard a noise that sounded like Tigger’s cat door opening and closing. We got up to find that he had eaten an entire chicken carcass (Rotissiere) and was licking the plastic container across the floor.
Crap. Don’t feed your dogs chicken bones because they splinter. That’s the addage we both though of. Crap. We called Kathy, Michelle’s mother, Our Vet, and finally, the weekend emergency vet. The Vet said to feed him rice and watch him. As we were on the phone, he went back into the kitchen and was leaning on the counter licking up the bits he had missed. What a punk.
He’s got an iron gullet; he’s eaten a pair of Michelle’s eye glasses, rope, posters, sticks, the wand that lets you rotate the blades on mini-blinds…. lets hope he can pass this one too.