[whimpering] I know it’s my fault for continuing to read the whole thread but I’m starting to gag and hyperventilate over here.[/whimper] I guess I’ll have to regard fido in a whole new light.
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cichlidiot wins hands down for this TMI gem cough cough Pardon me while I vomit.
I second that last post. :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek:
cichlidiot’s post is the very first TMI post I have ever read on this board, and I’ve been here for several years, that actually makes me feel a touch queasy. Wow. Good work!
Oh ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww…
I say we give cichlidiot the Golden Dog Log Award for the best/worst TMI tale here. I won’t be personally presenting it without gloves though. 
Oh, dear G-d, I guess it helps not having had to see it IRL. Thank you cichidiot. I haven’t laughed so hard in a long time. I had to get the kleenex to wipe the tears of laughter clear before I could type this response.
–SSgtBaloo
Sorry, cichlidiot, I was so overcome by hilarity I failed to note the “l” in your name.
–SSgtBaloo
*And the Golden Dog Log Award for worst tale of doggy TMI goes to… *
audience awaits the winner’s name with much fidgeting and barely controlled silence
… cichlidiot!
instant chaos as the audience jumps to their collective feet, screaming and hooting with pure glee
I know too well that a mother dog will eat dead puppies. We had a litter of black labs once, and one of the little girls died. My dad had found her chewing on it, and he put the mangled corpse into a bucket and told me to go bury it. I went out to the trail in the woods where I took the dogs out for their walks, found a nice place, and buried it.
The next day, I found that it had been dug up. It had to have been the mother dog; there just weren’t that many other carnivorous scavengers around our neck of the woods.
One of my dogs, Arnie, came very close to death today. My daughter took me out shopping and I left him in the house. When we got home we made a cuppa tea and I sat down in my usual chair. I didn’t notice anything wrong [must have been still warm] till I stood up and my trousers and underpants were soaked - Arnie had pissed all over the cushion on my chair – yuck!!!
Luckily it hadn’t soaked through to the chair itself - but I had to go wash, change and bundle my clothes - and the cushion into the washing machine. I found out later that someone had called at the house and had been ringing the bell repeatedly - and Arnie is a very good watchdog - he must have lost control when jumping up on my chair to bark at the intruder, as he is normally very well housetrained.
My god, I can’t believe I’m making excuses for the manky little sonovabitch now, 8 hours later - at the time I could have killed him. There’s nothing quite like standing up and realizing that you’ve been sitting in dog piss.
I have read that if you feed a dog figs or Fig Newtons, the digestive process makes the resulting poop repulsive to the dog. After a few sessions the dog loses all interest and figs are no longer needed.
I wish that I could get my cats to eat figs. My dog is not interested in his stuff, but it was not a pleasant sight to see my dog stroll through the house with a litterbox ‘cigar’ hanging out of his mouth.
snort one of my pups eats turds, and she is 5. She also gets high quality food. Along with turds, she will eat sticks, grass, gutter gunk, wood…she also licks our leather chairs and couches. We aren’t sure why. She also grooms another one of our dogs. He is pretty tiny, even for a mini doxie, so I guess she thinks she is his mom. I dunno, but its really sweet. Our other dogs were never into poop eating, they prefer sticks to naw on. Or tv remotes. It doesn’t really matter to them.
My dog used to eat anything and everything she found on the ground. Grew out of it eventually. Turd eating is disgusting, but hopefully it won’t become a long-term problem.
Like some other people mentioned, my dog was especially notorious for eating her own puke for a long time. I think it was just because she didn’t want us to find it. Took us awhile to get rid of that habit.
5 pound kitty-mutt + black lab + basset hound = hilarity.
The Lab and Basset are subjects of the kitty.
Kitty is a cute ball o fuzz. Kitty has klingons. Her butt is so fuzzy that they get stuck in the fur. Got to get them off her before the dogs assist her.
5 pound kitty is an eating machine. It will eat anything that wont eat it. Kitty is a hunter. She de-populated the birds in the neighbors yards and ours. She eats rabbits, mice, crickets, worms, and various people foods.
Kitty will puke if she eats too much. Dogs will come and clean up if one isnt fast enough.
Kitty leaves the beaks and feet of her avian victims and the heads of rodents in shoes as a gift.
Kitty drools when she is happy. You can see the slobber form on her lips. Kitty has bad bad breath.
If kitty gets ticked off at her subjects they will get a smack to the face and a stern stare and hiss.
The basset hound is lazy. Sister has her potty trained to go outside, but then retrains her to go inside on newspaper. She did this because dad likes a pristine lawn. The result is, basset hound will go anywhere she darn well pleases. She will do a darth vader and look at the door, the floor, you, the door, the floor, you before she drops to do her business.
Basset hound likes kitty poo and dog poo and puke. Basset hound likes to hump her hump bear. A bear that is pretty nasty and is falling apart. She mounts it, and goes at it with the bear as if she were a male.
Basset hound is slobbery. She gets stinky too. Give her a bath and she finds something outside to roll in.
Basset hound whistles. She whistles when she is sad. She perks right up when she sees a vistor.
Basset hound loves attention and people food. She will snuggle up against you and flop over your lap if you are snacking. She will watch as you snack. She will let out a deep sigh, and give you the “dont you lub me?” face.
The Lab is love me love me love me love me. She doesnt eat poo. She loves attention. Lab thinks she is a lap dog. When the basset gets some attention, she must have attention too.
The lab lets loose silent-but-deadly farts. You’d be watching tv, with the basset and lab burying you, then feel something, then smell the fart. The lab gets the ‘what the heck just happened better investigate’ look. Sniffs her rear, then evacuates the room. The basset will run too.
The lab likes to rip apart toys to get the squeeky thingys out of them.
Basset hound stands at about 20" whereas the lab is waist high. When giving attention to both dogs it is hard to stay out of lab tongue range.
cichlidiot, I am so… nauseated. Oh wow.