July 23, 2008
Dexter and the rubber chicken
Sorry no entries for the last two days, folks. I have been home with a miserable stomach virus and just couldn't drag myself to the computer.
And since misery loves company, Dexter was dealing with his own tummy troubles. His problem, however, was not viral. It was synthetic. He ate a rubber chicken.
Stop reading now if you have a weak stomach.
Over the weekend, my hubby and I made a stop at PetsMart for puppy food, and like any other indulgent parents, we picked up a few new toys for the pack. One of the purchases included a rubber chicken, an amusing squeak toy that we were knew would be a hit, since Dexter had killed the squeakers out of at least two other such fowls.
Indeed, the dogs had fun tugging, hauling, chewing and demolishing the squeaker in the new plastic poultry. Unfortunately, by Sunday night, this is what the chicken looked like.
There were pieces of the rubber chicken all over the floor, including a rather creepy looking rubber chicken eyeball that seemed to follow us all over the room. We cleaned up the mess and put the chicken in the trash. What a waste of $8.
Then yesterday, Dexter threw up part of the chicken. Several parts of the chicken, actually. The dog was tossing rubber chicken nuggets all over the floor.
He seems fine now, and we learned our lesson about plastic toys. We will be investing in Kongs from now on.
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