Warning. Some of the photos you are about to see are GROSS. Reader discretion advised.
There’s something about this time of year that makes our darling diva go off the rails.
I’m not really sure what it is, if it’s Cabin Fever, Seasonal Afflective Disorder or maybe it’s just the static in my house. I’ve noticed a definite increase in static lately.
Long time followers of this blog will know that Delilah a.ka. the Diva of Destruction typically contains her destroying to napkins/paper towels/dryer sheets and of course, toys that need destuffing.
EXCEPT for this time of year. This time of year, you never know what Delilah will go for.
Take for instance the grandkid’s book box. It’s a little canvas box I have filled with storybooks and a couple children’s puzzles. This Christmas we added some coloring books and colored pencils. The box sits on the floor in a corner of my living room.
It’s sat there for four years. During those four years, Delilah has never even looked at it, let alone approached it.
That is until Thursday. Thursday she got some wild hair across her ass and decided she’d tear up the contents of the toy box.
Hubby came home to this.
Typically we don’t yell or scold her when she destroys something. Mostly I feel like it’s our fault for leaving whatever it was lying around. Except this time I’m told, some yelling went on. I wasn’t there, I have to take Hubby’s word for it.
All I know is she was quite content to lie on her bed while I cleaned up her mess. Thankfully she only destroyed the boxes the puzzles came in, so I was able to salvage the actual puzzles and they are now in ziploc bags. She had a go at one of the books, but didn’t damage it.
Maybe I should make a puzzle out of this. 🙂
But the box of colored pencils was destroyed.
Over the years we’ve giggled at the thought that perhaps Sampson was actually the one destroying things and letting Delilah take the blame for it.
I’m here to tell you, that theory has been permanently laid to rest. The proof as they say, is in the pudding.
Or in Delilah’s case, the poop.
Honestly while I was cleaning up the mess in the living room, it never once crossed my mind that she might have actually EATEN any of the pencils, but sure enough, the proof was there, staring me right in the face.
Thursday night I giggled when I looked down and saw the bits of red, green, blue and purple staring back up at me.
But yesterday morning, she was still pooping pencils.
Big bits of pencils.
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- As my four-year old granddaughter said, “That’s disgusting.”
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- Totally disgusting.
Why can’t she poop something I can use, like money? Oh and for the record, the other day on our walk I called her Diva and she responded to me.
Oh, Delilah! Whatever are we going to do with you, you little rascal?! Or, with Ducky who keeps forgetting how eating “yard trash” makes her feel a few hours later?
OMD Delilah you really are naughty. Snorts over here. Have a marvellous Monday.
Best wishes Molly
Delilah has the most festive poop I’ve ever seen. Colorful….
Love and licks,
Cupcake
Sometimes we dogs get a great idea. Mom has had jelly beans out for Easter since I was a pup, and the one day when I was six, I decided to dump the bowl onto the floor and eat almost all of them. I like to do things unexpectedly to keep Mom on her toes. Bailie eats things like wood pieces, colored stuff she finds and her poop can be real colorful too sometimes. I hope she won’t be injured pooping out pencils, sounds painful!
Poop a pack of purple pencils. Say that 3 times fast.
TECHNICOLOR POOPS….. We love that… We think it must have been a FUN time…
If you plan another… Session… “PENCIL” us in and we will join you, Delilah.
OMD, the D-Dog strikes again and has me chortling at work to the point people want in on what’s make me giggle like a school girl. I. can’t. help. myself. And I know that by actually laughing about it my own just deserts will soon drop the hammer on my head with that knucklehead Sam who’ll pull some extraordinarily sentimental momento down and shred it. Alas, it’s usually a leather item so the proof in the poop won’t be so noticeably but the noxious gas probably will give new meaning to the clues that some shreds were ingested. Dogs…can’t live with them, can’t live without them!
I’ve resisted posting pictures of Blueberry’s poop on the blog…but now you’ve lowered the bar and totally opened up that door for me. I thank you. 😉
P.S. When you warned us about the grossness, I kept scrolling down PAST THE POOP because I was waiting for the gross picture to appear.
Oh boy, cabin fever has really struck at your house. I try hard to keep everything Luke could potentially eat out of his reach…so far, so good. Knock wood. We had gotten him a fun bright green squeaky ball for Christmas, and it lasted well over a week before he chewed a hole in it. So we found some more on sale and got a few. Now, of course, he has it down to a matter of minutes before he chews a hole in it. I keep waiting for the bright green poop, but it might be buried out there in the snow somewhere.
Ouch! I would freak out see those pencils parts in a pile of poop! I’m glad Delilah survived both the human reaction to her escapades and the aftermath in the yard.
Now Jodi, you could never in a million years make up all the funny stuff that Delilah can think of to make this one of the funniest blogs in the blogosphere.
She can [poop money], you just need to leaves omega round for her to eat. :p
Poop money…wow, wouldn’t that be great – can she teach Jack?
I just spit out my cottage cheese. Can’t. Stop. Laughing.
I’m wondering how those long pencils came out without hurting her! Geez! Our last golden regularly pooped crayons if any were left out. Sparkly and multi-colored like a rainbow! Oh, the delight of raising puppies!
Gus’ Mom
Did Gambler come visit! I love the poop pencils they are the best!
Yikes! What a mess. Believe me yelling would have happened here. She is a smart dog. She knows it is wrong but maybe she doesn’t think you think it is wrong. 🙂
We had a similar situation with my nephew’s box of Crayons. There were my three dogs, my sister’s two, and my mom’s all in the house, so no one knew who ate the box. Until later. It was Emmett.
Oh wow–pencil poop! That’s a new one, and testament to her hardy constitution. Glad they are apparently nontoxic.