Post by rosa on Dec 15, 2008 8:48:05 GMT -7
I don't know whether to laugh or cry at this point, but for anyone who has a rowdy pet, I figure it might not be a bad idea to post this, just to let you know you are in good company.
So far, our Weimie puppy, who is about 5 months old to date, has eaten (and I do mean he's eaten):
three quilted angels
two pine cones, all be-glittered and be-ribboned
wrapping paper
two red, felt-covered plastic birdies
an undetermined number of felt bows
one Christmas book (the cardboard binding and wiry innards were left behind)
1/2 of a tree branch
one nativity Joseph (must be some sort of a thing. Mary and Baby Jesus have been left adrift without several "Joseph's" off the family nativity collection, only the culprit is usually a husband)
and there was a new addition to this growing list last night as we slept: the remains of an entire Christmas table setting, I had left in a place I thought was beyond his reach
Needless to say, his gastric difficulties are reaching epic proportions and we have taken to mixing a little fiber into his food to help him out once in a while
This dog is tall enough now to hop up onto the kitchen sink and "pre-rinse" dishes awaiting the washer load
For those who might be tempted to call the ASPCA on us, let me first advise that we have tried to do everything possible to keep this dog safe...he's faster, he's hormonal and he's just plain crazy
This is the same dog who barks at backpacks, barks at invisible items underneath beds and at the laundry hampers. He barks in his sleep-yes, all dogs "run" when they dream, but how many actually talk? He tries to sit on windowsills and kicks people out of bed if he finds he cannot sleep directly ON them.
He will eat broccoli, cilantro, peas and tomatoes; he doesn't like onions, so we do understand he has some limits. He has eaten so many crayons, he regularly poops in technicolor.
If he makes it out of Christmas, with our increasing vigilance and prayers ever-present, it will be solely by God's choice at this point. And he will be headed straight for the vet to have a certain procedure done, in the fervent hope that we can save both he and what remains of our, no, MY sanity.
Rather than take him in, we are opting to hang on. I sure hope somebody out there can relate.
So far, our Weimie puppy, who is about 5 months old to date, has eaten (and I do mean he's eaten):
three quilted angels
two pine cones, all be-glittered and be-ribboned
wrapping paper
two red, felt-covered plastic birdies
an undetermined number of felt bows
one Christmas book (the cardboard binding and wiry innards were left behind)
1/2 of a tree branch
one nativity Joseph (must be some sort of a thing. Mary and Baby Jesus have been left adrift without several "Joseph's" off the family nativity collection, only the culprit is usually a husband)
and there was a new addition to this growing list last night as we slept: the remains of an entire Christmas table setting, I had left in a place I thought was beyond his reach
Needless to say, his gastric difficulties are reaching epic proportions and we have taken to mixing a little fiber into his food to help him out once in a while
This dog is tall enough now to hop up onto the kitchen sink and "pre-rinse" dishes awaiting the washer load
For those who might be tempted to call the ASPCA on us, let me first advise that we have tried to do everything possible to keep this dog safe...he's faster, he's hormonal and he's just plain crazy
This is the same dog who barks at backpacks, barks at invisible items underneath beds and at the laundry hampers. He barks in his sleep-yes, all dogs "run" when they dream, but how many actually talk? He tries to sit on windowsills and kicks people out of bed if he finds he cannot sleep directly ON them.
He will eat broccoli, cilantro, peas and tomatoes; he doesn't like onions, so we do understand he has some limits. He has eaten so many crayons, he regularly poops in technicolor.
If he makes it out of Christmas, with our increasing vigilance and prayers ever-present, it will be solely by God's choice at this point. And he will be headed straight for the vet to have a certain procedure done, in the fervent hope that we can save both he and what remains of our, no, MY sanity.
Rather than take him in, we are opting to hang on. I sure hope somebody out there can relate.