Bad dogs, talking bout’ the bad, bad, bad, bad dogs….
It was raining a bit when we set out for our walk yesterday morning. It was definitely a lot warmer than it has been, but when I stepped out the door, there was a bit of ice on the steps.
Rather than boot the dogs up and walk them on possibly icy roads, I loaded them both into the car and drove to the park.
The paths through the woods were icy, but I let Sampson off leash and without the competition, Delilah did pretty well. Sampson even jumped into the car on our way out of the park.
The rain continued on and off all day, often heavy at times and I was dreading our afternoon walk. But right around 4 PM the rain slacked off. We all got our gear on and headed out.
I decided to stay off the icy paths of the woods and instead walk around the block. About half-way through I had a thought. Sometimes these thoughts are not good, because sometimes, they are a precursor for things to come.
Like when I’m speeding down the highway and think, “Gee I haven’t seen cop today.” Sure enough, one shows yup, usually with a radar gun in his hand.
But this post isn’t about cops with radar guns, this post is about dogs.
Bad dogs.
So here I was, thinking, wow this has been a great walk. The dogs are walking nicely on leash, they aren’t zigging and zagging from side to side, no-one has gotten their leash stuck under their leg, one dog hasn’t clothes-lined the other dog and I haven’t had my hands crushed or a leash wrapped around my leg. We haven’t run into another person, car or dog. It’s an ENJOYABLE walk.
Don’t get any ideas, she’s not talking about me.
And while I stood there, glorying in this small miracle and trying to figure out how to make a blog post out of it….Delilah at dog shit.
Besides being disgusting and gross this is problematic in a number of ways.
1) Delilah is ALL Lab, she licks things. Things outside and things in the house. Things like the counter if she can get away with it, the floor, your plate if she thinks your not looking AND she drinks out of the same water bowl as Sampson. EWWWWW it’s worse than a kid backwashing in your cup.
2) I’m trying really hard to get those elevated liver levels under control and part of this is controlling what goes in her mouth. Dog shit is not on that list.
And 3) I use treats on our walks and there’s no way in hell, I’m reaching down to give her a treat after she’s eaten dog shit.
No friggin’ way.
Immediately after she ate the shit, we had to pass a dog. So there I am trying to walk past the dog while breaking off a piece of lamb lung, keeping myself from getting tangled up in their leashes, and pitch the treat into her gaping pie hole, praying my aim stays poor and I don’t actually shoot one down her throat and choke the dog. Nothing worse than having to Heimlich your dog (who just ate shit) on the side of the road.
I told you this story is about bad dogs. Bad dogs get their teeth brushed when they come home from a walk.
Wait a minute, let’s not get crazy or anything.
See how quickly the worm can turn? WTF does that mean anyway? How do you keep your dogs from eating bad things, whether it be in the house, yard or on a walk?
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