So.
Today, let’s talk about eating. I
am a PON. I LOVE to eat. I will stand at the door that goes to the
garage – where the dog food is stored, and I will stare longingly at the
door. In the hopes that it will open. And I might rush in and find that the food
bin has been left open. On the
floor. For me to devour. All by myself. It’s my dream….
When I was little, I discovered one day
that the food was kept in a big, bin.
Bigger than me. And taller than
me. But that was no deterrent to me – I
just jumped in. Or tried to….Here is a
photo that my Mom snapped of me with my back feet off the ground – trying to
get into that bin. I was attempting to
grab whatever bites of food I could get.
The photo almost looks like a wig – but nope – it’s my butt! And my back legs. After that, Mom moved the food bin to higher
ground. Darn.
Now while I LOVE to eat food, we also have
Bucket Head, er Paxton. Paxton loves
food too. Paxton actually loves to eat
almost anything. Gloves, entire rolls of
paper towel, hair from his own
tail…Seriously, I love my big brother but he IS kinda weird when it comes to
some of the stuff he will eat. The WORST
was this winter…
Mom took Frodo and I for a walk one
morning. We weren’t 20 feet from the
front door when Mom’s feet went straight out from under her and kerplump…she
sat down REALLY, REALLY hard. Then she
said some word that I can’t print here, and then repeated “oh no, oh no, oh
NO.” She got to her feet and said we had
to go in. I said, “WHY????????? We just
came out!!!” Frodo said, “Please Viktor,
can you not see that our mother has injured herself? Here mother, allow me to
guide you back into our residence.”
Me? I still wanted to walk. Anyway.
My Mom ended up going to the hospital and came home with a great big
thing called a cast on her arm. And a
sling… She wasn’t supposed to wear the sling all the time – but just until she got home. So she placed it on the counter…
One week later, Paxton wasn’t feeling so
good. He didn’t even want to eat his
supper, which was fine with me – because I was happy to have it for him. But Mom put a stop to that. Anyway, Mom took Paxton to the Vet. And do you know what the Vet
found?????????????????? Two feet of
sling in Paxton’s stomach!!!!!!!!!! EEEEWWWWWWWWW. He had to have…get ready…his intestinals cut
open and the sling came out – all in ONE piece!!!!! EEEWWWWWWWW.
And THEN when he came home – he had to wear a LAMPSHADE on his
head. Well, not on his head – but around
his neck. Now I LOVE to lick Paxtons’
face – but I wasn’t going near him with that get up.
Since then, he hasn’t eaten anything tooooo
crazy. Mom makes sure that he can’t get
things – although he HAS been known to steal the mail off the counter. And I help him shred it. Hey – we’re just doing our bit for
recycling!! But as for anything bigger
than an envelope – I’ll leave THAT to the lampshade guy! You would never catch me wearing one of those
things!
© 2014 Linda Wozniak
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