February 10th, 2012
I know, TMI, but our dear Summer-doggy really did it this time.
Three months ago or so, we blamed Little Sadie for chewing the tails off the Wubba, we found it tail-less on the floor of the van, lost until this appeared at the “tail” end of a “Summerhenge” a couple days ago:
SUMMER ATE IT… OH MY DOG!!! … and it took months to go through… so DUH, ex post facto we checked the van, and there are indeed two of the tails still missing…
Are they in the dog?
Just now, all three were in the van for a bit when we went to lunch, and here’s what we found on taking them back into the house: NO LEASH!
SUMMER!!!! There is no trace of any part of the leash in the van, not a thread. This little red piece is all that’s left.
SUMMER!!!! We can’t afford surgery on you! Now what? And there’s no vet on duty tomorrow… we shall see…
For now, she’s on the floor in her favorite spot, snorin’ and fartin’ as usual, always under my desk or she shoves the lamp out of the way so her big butt fits in the corner. We’re supposed to feed her canned pumpkin, that’s supposed to be good for moving things around. And call if emergency…
It’ll probably appear in April!