…dog barf.
I’m going to tell you a story, but unlike most I’m giving the moral first:
Never leave Pepto-Bismol lying out where your idiot dog can get it.
My alarm clock went off at ten o’clock today (it being summer vacation, I’ve been trying nonetheless to get up before noon). I was still kind of groggy, so I laid there a little while longer, when suddenly I heard a muffled “Oh NO!” :eek: coming from behind my closed bedroom door. Quite frazzled, my sister came in to give me the news: our 2-year-old white standard poodle, Luca, had just barfed all over the landing at the top of the stairs. And not just any barf, she said. It was pink. It also had rice in it. Lovely. I didn’t really think it had anything to do with me, so I just resumed my laziness, while my sister went to get a vacuum to get rid of the rice. Of course, my conscience had to come barging in at that moment. Cockatiel, it said, you must go and help your sister clean up that barf. So I did. My conscience can be very persuasive. I hate it. So I watched as my sister, red vacuum cleaner in hand, proceeded to clean up the whole mess.
That didn’t work out too well.
Apparently vacuum cleaners are supposed to suck, not expel rice pellets into the air like a rain of doom. We turned the thing off, only to discover that there was no bag. How we overlooked such an important detail, I don’t know :smack: . So it goes. Since vacuuming was out we decided to get to the root of the problem, which was that awful pink staining the carpet. At this point we were unsure of what could cause our hapless doggie to vomit such a foul looking substance in such an extravagant color, seeing as his barf was usually yellow, and not orangey pinkish. My sis went downstairs and discovered a variety of tablets of Pepto-Bismol scattered all over the floor. Worst of all, later we found a wrapper in one of the barf piles. As far as I know, Pepto-Bismol isn’t the tastiest thing in the world, so as for why he ate it, we’re pretty much clueless. And as for why it made him barf, that really goes against what the thing is made for. Isn’t it supposed to stop nausea? I had no idea it was a canine emetic.
After this, she went back upstairs to continue our task. However the dogs were bothering us (we have another poodle as well, named Spencer), namely because Spencer was trying to eat the rice that had previously been inside Luca’s stomach. Who knows, it might be tasty, but I don’t really want to try it. At that point we were so fed up with the cleaning that we threw them outside. Now there’s one thing you should know. Our back door consists of two separate sliding doors, a screened in one on the inside and a solid glass one on the outside. We only closed the screen door.
Big mistake.
After about five minutes, the dogs mysteriously returned, Luca harassing me and Spencer resuming his meal of barf. Once again, my sister went down to see how in God’s name the dogs managed to open a sliding door, without a handle. Turns out they ripped right through the screen. I mean, I knew it was flimsy, but come on, it couldn’t stop a dog? What lousy construction. So we had to continue cleaning with the added blessing (curse) of our insane pooches. Eventually we managed to clean it all up, but there are still some pink spots left on that carpet. What a way to start your morning, eh?
My dogs barf if they eat too much bone in any given day. I’ll be woken by that all-too-urgent huhhh-huhhhh-huhhh noise.
Last night my shepherd woke me to let me know the rottie had vomited on her bed. Nice of him, huh?
As barf goes, she’s the worst! She just spontaneously barfs. One moment she’ll be sitting there happy, the next there’s a stream of water and half-digested kibble coming out of her mouth. Urgh.
But the worst waking-up-to-barf story comes as a result of her eating a bag of blood-and-bone fertiliser. URGH. Nothing like the smell of rotting animal products, freshly-barfed. Also, I’ve NEVER managed to remove that stain.
But where’d the rice come from?
I recently awoke one morning to find my son staring down at me. He said “Billy Bob (the cat) went GUNK GUNK GUNK and brown stuff came out of his mouth.” I asked him where, hoping it wasn’t the livingroom on the new couch or rug. It was the rug, (the only one in a whole house with hardwood floors). :rolleyes:
But when I got in there, it wasn’t exactly fresh. It was a hard, crusty, half hairlog, half semi-digested catfood mass. I asked my son when it happened and he said* “yesterday”*. :smack:
I tried to pick it up and the whole rug came up with it. I had to get a warm wet towel to remoisten it, which also reactivated the smell. All of this while I’m half asleep and on a empty stomach. :blech:
Maybe the rice-in-dog-vomit is the equivalent of diced-carrots-in-human-vomit conundrum. I mean, I’ve never eaten diced carrots in my life but sure as anything if I barf there will be diced carrots therein.
Yeah, sorry hillbilly queen, I didn’t exactly specify where the rice came from. It originated in my dog’s food, which pretty much consists of only chicken and rice. Didn’t see any chicken in those barf piles, though…
Our old family dog would eat just about anything, then puke it up later so we could all be amazed at the new thing she had managed to force down her throat. Her crowning achievement, however, was eating an entire bar of soap. We heard her throwing up, ran over to try to get her outside (or at least off the nice carpet) and found her looking guiltily at a frothy, white pile of puke. She still had a few soap bubbles on her mouth, leading my mother to think she (the dog, not my mom) was rabid. Good times. I can just imagine her (again, the dog) eating the soap: “Oh, wow. That tasted awful - Two second pause - Hey, what’s that white stuff? I’ll bet it’s tasty. chomp Oh, wow. That tasted awful - Two second pause - Hey, what’s that white stuff? I’ll bet it’s tasty chomp…”
At my house we like to play…BING BING BING … Dead Animal of the Day!
Tell us, Alex, what creature did the cats/dogs drag in last night for our morning viewing pleasure? Most often it’s little field mice, but there’s also been frogs, snakes, birds, squirrels, and once a rabbit. I used to rush to clean up whatever it is, but now I pretty much step around it until I’ve had my coffee.
I use the proverbial ten-foot pole to pick up the poor creature’s body. Well, actually, it’s one of those three-foot extender things with a squeezer on one end and tongs on the other. I pick up the critter, take it outside and throw it over the fence (no one lives next door).
It’s not uncommon for visiting children to find the extended pick-up thing and start playing with it – grabbing at each other’s clothes with the tongs and such. I usually let them play for awhile and then tell them what I use it for.
When my dog is getting ready to puke, she smiles. No, really! The corners of her mouth move back towards her ears, and she looks just like The Joker trying not to show teeth! Once she gets that vomit grin on her face, she refuses to go outside and is too heavy to carry out. Also, if you put a towel down in front of her, she moves away! She refuses to vomit on a towel! She will only puke on bare carpet!
She once ate a pound of chocolate truffles - it didn’t kill her, it made her stronger! Really! She couldn’t sleep all night. In fact, she could not stop running. She ran from one end of the house to the other, over and over, then cried to go outside. Then she ran from one end of the yard to the other, pooped, then cried to be let back in. This went on for hours and hours.
Once she could not keep food down for 2 days and we had to take her to the emergency vet because she was dangerously dehydrated. We have approximately 17 big black stains on our carpet. I have no idea how she’s lived to be 12. I think she’s part ox!
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