Oh the joy of puppies...Today, I went to kiss my naughty Bella's mug and she smelled an awful like diaper ointment? But how? I sniffed and sniffed and it's that very unmistakable scent. My heart leaped into my throat and I realized that my Fancy had been using it for his chapped hands, he must have left it out in plain sight of Bella who could not control herself and even though I feed her better than myself she needed that ointment, couldn't wait to have that goo like substance in her mouth. I couldn't find the tube and assumed she must have swallowed it as well (you would be amazed what this dog has ingested, she's better than a Dyson).
I called The Fancy and told him the news:
ME: You think I should make her throw up? (I couldn't figure out the first way to do this, stick my fingers down her throat?)
THE FANCY: Did you call the vet?
ME: Umm? No.
THE FANCY: WHY NOT!!!
ME: Uh, I was trying to figure out how to make her throw up.
THE FANCY: (Obviously frustrated by my amateur veterinary skills) Will you please call the vet?
ME: If she doesn't make it it can we get another puppy?
THE FANCY: You're insane...(dial tone)
You see, I process stress differently I like to start drinking,
um, joking, it helps me cope, my Fancy obviously doesn't have the same
sense of humor as myself (or any for that matter). No My Fancy is very
funny, not in the light in your loafers sort of way, I had another
Fancy many years ago that was 'funny', if you know what I mean.
