Last night I saw the dog with no nose again (wasn’t that the alternate opening to Rebecca?).
I see it being walked (always by different people, oddly enough) before and after work in the Turtle Bay district in Manhattan. It’s a big, healthy-looking Golden Retriever-type dog, perfectly normal looking except it has no nose. The upper half of its snout is just missing, like it has a severe underbite. I can’t for the life of me imagine how it eats or drinks. It’s hard to garner a double-take in New York, but this dog does it.
Everyone at work thinks I’m making it up, till one day they’ll come in going, “Omigod, I saw it–I saw The Dog with No Nose!” Do you think it could be an Omen? Like a large eagle circling the room three times and then getting into bed and taking all the blankets? Or Duncan’s horses turning and eating each other?
I’ve never had the temerity to approach the walker and ask about it, partly because I know I would bellow, “Hey, lady, your dog has no nose–how does it smell?”
Have any other NY Dopers seen this Fabulous Animal?
Poor doggie. Maybe he had it amputated after chasing one too many parked cars.
I once was weeding under our quince (or whatever it was) tree when I noted a blur of motion out of the corner of my eye. A little later I got up to get something from the house when the blur resolved itself into a Steller’s jay. About half of his upper beak was missing. He must have been starving because he came close enough to let me feed him bits of quince (or whatever it was). Then my sister came out to see him and that must have scared him enough to leave. We never saw him after that.
I’ve seen a dog with it’s nose on the side of its face. One of those gruesome sights, you want to look away, but just can’t.
Some high school friends and I went horseback riding, and when we arrived at the farm, we noticed a large dog (a lab, mebbe?). The nostrils were on the left side of the muzzle, halfway between the eyes and where the nostrils usually are. The farmer explained the dog had been kicked in the face by a horse, breaking most of its face bones, and vet had reset it the best he could. The farmer said it didn’t seem to bother the dog much as it got older, and at least it learned not to get too close to the horses anymore.
Oh, you must! I see it once every few months, for the past few years. A tad West of Turtle Bay, perhaps: usually in the upper 30s, on Park or Madison. Before and after work.
If it weren’t for the people at my office who’ve seen it, I might hie myself off to an alienist . . .
Eve, you’ve got your Bays confused. That’s Kip’s Bay (or more like Murray Hill, if you head west to Park or Madison), not Turtle Bay. Turtle Bay is in the high 40s/low 50s. No wonder I’ve never seen your noseless pooch.
My cat had a very bad case of skin cancer and had her nose (and ears) removed by a vet. It was done about a year before we adopted her from a pet rescue place. She is all white, which makes her more vulnerable to skin cancer. Maybe the noseless dog had something similar happen.
My cat looks a little like a baby harbor seal. In the place where her pink nose should be is a white hairless circle with two holes that look like keyholes. She can smell just fine, and in fact relies on it, since she is also deaf. In case you’re wondering, a deaf cat responds to verbal commands about the same way a hearing cat does!
Well, right after dinner, she smells like Fisherman’s Catch of the Day. No, she gets really close to something and inhales while twitching her nose holes. Actually, she still has the internal parts of a nose, just not the cute pink button part. I suppose some smell receptors are inside the skull. Maybe there are some things she can no longer smell, but she can definately smell dinner!
Maybe it got a lit firecracker in it’s mouth and got part of it’s muzzle blown off.
When I was a kid, there were some real little sh*ts in my neighborhood who’d throw firecrackers at the ducks, and the ducks, having the innate stupidity of ducks, would try to eat them, so there were a couple ducks with only partial beaks left.
The ones with the top halves of the beak blown off fared better than the ones with the bottom half blown off (I assume cause with the bottom half remaining, they can still scoop up food and water, unlike ducks with the bottom half missing), since we’d see the top-half ducks year after year, but not the bottom half ones.
Unfortunately, no, you’re not the only one. Not only that, but I’ve been racking my brain to come up with lyrics. Can’t get anything to work. Gaaah! Where’s EddyTeddyFreddy when you need her?
Crane ducking and running!