Meet Shinerbock, our strikingly handsome if not slightly imbalanced Weimeraner. For about a year an a half now, we have suspected he has some thyroid issues. And with my numerous running hiatuses, he's gotten a bit plump. So we've started him on what I like to call the South Beach for Dogs Diet. Mostly, it's just low-calorie dog food. He wolfs it down and then looks at you pleadingly, as if to say, "Where's the rest of it? Seriously, there's more, right?" Which is exactly how I feel after consuming the teeny-tiny portions of South Beach frozen dinners.
So a few weeks ago, Mike was feeling a bit under the weather and being the considerate wife I am, I took on the responsibility of doing some of his chores. Namely, doggie poop duty. And I made some very troubling discoveries. First off, DOGS POOP WAY TOO MUCH. (Or maybe it's just dogs that happen to be on the South Beach Diet). But most disturbingly, I've learned that a dog can consume AN ENTIRE SOCK and it will come out looking very much like a sock-and-poop candy cane.
Oh yeah, baby. Apparently Shiner's not getting enough fiber in his diet. And he's taken to consuming all that is soft, cottony and a bit stinky. I'd always assumed that the missing socks were just a normal laundry casualty, a donation to the Lint Gods, if you will. But it looks like our socks have met a much more grisly fate.
You can just file this one under "Things-I-Really-Didn't-Need-A-Mental-Picture-of-Thank-You-Very-Much" and go about your day.
