Windyhillfarms
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I had a labrador that ate so many different things that when I called the vet and said "this is <insert my name here>" the vet's office automatically said "what did Simba eat now?" He even learned how to open the refrigerator and cabinets, including the ones over the counters and could get things off the first shelf of the cabinets. The list of things I can remember him eating are:
10 lbs of chocolate
At least three years in a row of easter and halloween candy
A bottle of hydrogen peroxide
An entire taxidermied (sp) canadian goose
Countless stuffed animals
Three rings (all of which had to dig out of the poop a few days later)
Earrings (only found one ... not sure where the other one went nor do I want to know)
Those kong dog toys that are supposedly indestructable? Yeah well, nobody told Simba that ... that actually was a surgery to remove a ring of that.
My "favorite" one that made my hair curl and have me seeing red was when I walked in to find Simba laying on the floor with a box of chocolate pudding mix apparently trying to make pudding with dog slober on my light cream colored, almost white, rug
I could NOT buy a squeaky toy because the first thing Simba did was roll it around in his mouth, locate the squeaker part of it, rip it out and then promptly swallow said squeaker.
I don't know how that dog lived to be 13 but he was healthy as a horse (until the cancer formed). As much as he exasperated me, not a day goes by that I don't miss him :sigh
10 lbs of chocolate
At least three years in a row of easter and halloween candy
A bottle of hydrogen peroxide
An entire taxidermied (sp) canadian goose
Countless stuffed animals
Three rings (all of which had to dig out of the poop a few days later)
Earrings (only found one ... not sure where the other one went nor do I want to know)
Those kong dog toys that are supposedly indestructable? Yeah well, nobody told Simba that ... that actually was a surgery to remove a ring of that.
My "favorite" one that made my hair curl and have me seeing red was when I walked in to find Simba laying on the floor with a box of chocolate pudding mix apparently trying to make pudding with dog slober on my light cream colored, almost white, rug
I could NOT buy a squeaky toy because the first thing Simba did was roll it around in his mouth, locate the squeaker part of it, rip it out and then promptly swallow said squeaker.
I don't know how that dog lived to be 13 but he was healthy as a horse (until the cancer formed). As much as he exasperated me, not a day goes by that I don't miss him :sigh