card's at the walk in clinic thread

My first one ever chewed every one of the base boards out of the basement.

In an hour.

 

My dog used to eat socks and the crotch out of my wife's panties. But after pulling a complete sock out of his ass, he no longer eats them.

Hebdoes get the socks and sit and whine though. Like he cannot help it and is calling for help. It is very funny.

 

Was it a pink sock?

 

Theirs is a dachshund

 

Had a lab once that ate a rose bush and was afraid of water.

 

I have two that are still crazy at age 7 and 8. Almost anything that hits the floor gets eaten, they totally relandscaped our back yard, they howl like Banshees every time they hear a siren. They will find the foulest smelling water anywhere to roll in, shed constantly, and find every dead animal to roll on.

 

Way back in my vet assistant days, we had a dog die from eating panty hoes. We saved many a walnut eater, sock eater, etc. But the panty hoes dog was stoic in suffering too long and didn't get help in time.

EDIT: Is it panty hose or hoes? I'm gonna leave it because I think I just made a mistake that will bring joy.

 

Hehhe...hoes.

But in all seriousness, I was constantly worried about him getting bound up and dying. Fortunately, he learned his lesson and now he just cries when he gets them. It is hilarious. He will come into the room with a sock, whining. You take it and put it up on the piano or whatever. Two minutes later, in he comes in with the other sock, whining. Almost sounds like he is going "help me, daddy! I cannot help myself! Take it from me, please!"

I love my dog.

 

If my mutt keeps eating the kids socks, I may be minus one dog before long.

 

We had to train our kids to pick up their socks and push the table chairs in. No amount of beating or scolding can keep him off of the table.

 

It's one word. Pantyhose. Panty hoes are NYY minions.

 

Solid find.You might want to clear your search history though.

 

What's that song by Adele? Rolling in the stink?

Seriously, though, I think the shedding is the worst part for me. I'm a bit OCD about clean floors, furniture, etc. I am constantly sweeping, vacuuming and mopping. That hair drives me crazy.

 

You'd go insane at my house. I like my filth.

 

Brothers.

 

I refuse to live in a museum.

 

My wife vacuums when I fart.

So you can imagine a vacuum cleaner that never shuts off.