Ugh... I don't feel so good. |
Anyway... The conversation continued like this:
Me: Poor dog, I hope he's ok.
Husband: Me too.
Me: I wonder what's wrong.
Husband: He probably ate something bad. You know he'd eat cow s&^% if it was put in front of him.
Me: Honey! Maybe he needs the vet.
Husband: No he doesn't. Trust me.
Immediately following this conversation Fox ate a rubber band. All the while we are both yelling, 'FOX, NO, NO, DROP IT!!! DROOOOPPPP ITTTT!!! BAD DOG, BAD DOG!' To no avail. That baby was gone in a flash. Now I am waiting for it on the other end and praying it doesn't twist around something inside his crazy ass little body. We still haven't paid off the eye removal :/
Perhaps this is the source of the gas.
It's the canine conspiracy to give you gas also.
ReplyDeleteBwahahahahaha!!!!! And that we have too!!!!
ReplyDeleteOh dear, poor gassy Mr Fox, I hope he's okay!
ReplyDeleteHe's better Dougall. He made a nice poop today. No rubber band but still a good poop!
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