Thankful Thursday: Dog poop

Yes, you read the title correctly. And here’s why……

On second thought, I think I’ll let Cabo tell you the story.
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Ummm…..yeah…..well, Mom and  Dad went on  a mini vacay and I was left to protect the yard until the house sitter came. And, well, you see…..there are squirrels everywhere in my yard. And, they like sweet corn. Mom and Dad pulled the corn stalks in the garden and put them in a pile to be burned.

That’s when it all started.

Those little, furry scavengers tore some of the ears off the stalks and ran up the trees before I could stop them. They ate the corn and dropped the cobs to the ground. Being the pupper I am, I had to investigate and you know what….sweet corn is really good! No wonder the squirrels wanted so many ears. It’s so good that I helped myself to what was left after they finished in the trees, cobs and all.

That was not the best decision I’ve ever made. Evidently, puppers are not suppose to eat corn cobs. I tried to tell Mom I was not feeling well by throwing up a little, but she didn’t completely understand. So, I added some diarrhea with it and then she made an appointment with the nice doggy doctor for the next day. Unfortunately, my crime became crystal clear at midnight when I threw up corn cobs not once, not twice, but three times. She was not pleased.

Oh, and I had been working on a stress hot spot on my paw while they were gone that was now infected.

To the doctor we went the next day. Usually, these people are very nice. But today, everyone seemed to be conspiring against me. First they took pictures of my insides.

That blue circle shows my tummy is more than twice the size it should be. Well, yeah, because it was full of chomped up corn cobs. And those bunched up things called intestines should have been spread out more evenly. But then………they made me throw up; and once was not enough. They made me throw up FOUR times! After the last picture, the doctor said there was still one “suspicious” item in my  tummy but since I couldn’t throw up any more, I got to go home. But she said I still wasn’t out of the woods yet for any intestinal blockage.

The next day we went back for another round of pictures. This time the doggy doctor said the “suspicious” item had moved and looked like it was on its way out the other end. Mom was on poop duty to make sure it made it. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen until three days later which made for a few anxiety-filled days and nights praying I didn’t have a blockage. She was soooo happy when it finally happened that I got extra treats!

And that stress sore? I got a shot and now I have to take pills. AND…..I had to wear the cone of shame for a while because I wanted to clean it all the time. Mom found me a sock to wear when I didn’t have on the cone. She didn’t look very happy about the doggy doctor bill,  but I’m worth it…..right?

So we are all really thankful for dog poop this week. And I’m feeling much, much better.

Woof,

Linking up with Brian’s Home and Thankful Thursday.