I love coming home from work, especially this time of year. After letting the troops out to potty in the back yard, I race to the mailbox to see the Christmas cards that arrived! Then, while Gunner and Tucker compete for my attention, I read each word of the letters and enjoy those charming picture cards.
I also love sending cards...hopefully yours arrived safely! :)
Monday, December 15, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Delicious...?
I am continually amazed at what a nine month old lab will eat. You might think that Gunner would be interested in steak, fresh fruit, and chocolate...and you'd be right. But with a little discipline or an attempt at it, we've managed to make sure that he doesn't jump on the counter or eat off people's plates. Yet, he finds the oddest items to ingest.
This morning was no exception.
Each morning, I hop in the shower after dragging myself out of my snuggly, warm bed. Only to be greeted by two overly energetic creatures, tails wagging. In the 10 minutes I'm in the shower and Cliff is in bed, we trust Tucker and Gunner to behave themselves. Usually, all is well, and Gunner relaxes in the steamy bathroom on the bathmat. This morning though, I got out of the shower and things were too quiet. Well, except for the munching sound I heard coming from the living room. Hmmm????
Getting dressed as fast as possible, I went to investigate. My dear, darling marshmallow colored lab, who truly has a "puppy dog face" was eating a RAZOR!!! A RAZOR! Of all things to find in the house, what drew him to an old, green woman's disposable razor! And don't think for a second that he ate the handle...oh no! The handle was intact. The head of the razor, metal and all appeared to be in the gut of my creature! Because I'm the fabulous dog mother that I am, I wondered briefly how he had managed to eat such a thing and of course how he would poop that out without completely demolishing his inner "duct work." Then I just assumed that after eating a million tree branches, socks, foam from Tucker's bed, rocks, a basket, and I'm sure more, that he'd be just fine.
So that is the assumption that I'm operating under. If that doesn't end up being true, I'm sure our vet will enjoy a very expensive visit! :) Oh let's hope not...
This morning was no exception.
Each morning, I hop in the shower after dragging myself out of my snuggly, warm bed. Only to be greeted by two overly energetic creatures, tails wagging. In the 10 minutes I'm in the shower and Cliff is in bed, we trust Tucker and Gunner to behave themselves. Usually, all is well, and Gunner relaxes in the steamy bathroom on the bathmat. This morning though, I got out of the shower and things were too quiet. Well, except for the munching sound I heard coming from the living room. Hmmm????
Getting dressed as fast as possible, I went to investigate. My dear, darling marshmallow colored lab, who truly has a "puppy dog face" was eating a RAZOR!!! A RAZOR! Of all things to find in the house, what drew him to an old, green woman's disposable razor! And don't think for a second that he ate the handle...oh no! The handle was intact. The head of the razor, metal and all appeared to be in the gut of my creature! Because I'm the fabulous dog mother that I am, I wondered briefly how he had managed to eat such a thing and of course how he would poop that out without completely demolishing his inner "duct work." Then I just assumed that after eating a million tree branches, socks, foam from Tucker's bed, rocks, a basket, and I'm sure more, that he'd be just fine.
So that is the assumption that I'm operating under. If that doesn't end up being true, I'm sure our vet will enjoy a very expensive visit! :) Oh let's hope not...
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