monkeymom's Diaryland Diary
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Oooo-EEEE-ooooo (or maybe just ewwww)
Yesterday Rich took Buffy for a long walk and they walked in a neighborhood of big houses near our street and ended up at an old cemetary that we've never walked through before. It's the one where cops park and wait to catch speeders along the busy road.
So they were walking around in the cemetary, and suddenly Buffy stopped and started growling at something. Rich couldn't see anything, but she began barking and then she wanted to run away from there. He tried to guide her away from that area but she was so panicky that she tore herself out of her collar and ran! He managed to catch her before she got out to the street, and he put her collar back on and brought her right home.
When he told me about it today, I said that maybe she saw something he didn't because animals are supposed to be more sensitive to spirits, and Rich said he knew that, and that's why he was right behind her when she ran out of there!
So today we took her for a long walk in the afternoon. We walked over to the middle school, about half a mile away, where Rich has been taking her when school is out to let her run around on the playground.
As we walked she was picking up stuff from the ground like she always does - cigarette butts, pop cans, sticks, and carrying them for a few feet before dropping them to grab the next attractive bit of litter. She found an old glove and carried that for a bit but she dropped it when she found what we at first thought was a sock. On closer inspection we could see that it was a glove; one of those 89 cent one-size-fits-all stretchy gloves you can buy at the supermarket in the winter.
Buffy was carrying it in her mouth and we were talking about nothing, mostly saying dumb stuff in a "Buffy voice", you know how we do, and suddenly Rich said, "Where's that glove?" and we both stopped and looked at the dog, who was standing still and gulping with great concentration. "What? Are you eating that glove? Gimme that!" But it was too late. Buffy gagged slightly and gulped again and the glove was gone! Rich said she would probably poop it out but I doubt that it will go through her intestinal tract. I told him I hope she hacks it up later tonight while I'm at work instead of tomorrow while I'm trying to sleep! Actually I just hope she brings it back up at all, because I don't want to have to take her to the vet and tell him we let her swallow a glove.
She looked a lot stupider after having swallowed a glove, I tell you what. On the way home she kept stopping to sniff at more litter on the ground, and I was walking a little ahead, so I kept an eye on the sidewalk and kicked aside anything I thought she was likely to swallow. There was a silk flower blossom, some pine cones, and of course, more random cigarette butts. It takes the fun out of the walk when you have to watch the ground every second so your mentally-challenged dog doesn't eat a pair of pantyhose or something.
11:14 p.m. - 2004-03-21
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