The face looks sweet and innocent enough. Right? Wrong! She has motives. Trust me. It’s in the back of her head. And it is always concerning food. She’s not cozying up to you and licking you just because she loves you. She wants that cookie in your hand.
This innocent adorable mutt woke us up at 5:30 this morning. She was throwing up. – I grudgingly get out of bed to let her outside. Oh, no, the little (BIG) princess won’t go out alone first thing in the morning. She backs up as I open the back door and won’t budge. She is waiting for me to go first. I trick her by walking out and quickly coming back in to close the door behind me. She then proceeds to jump and claw at the door.
Eventually I go back upstairs to clean up the doggy vomit. Guess what I find in it. Pieces of an aluminum can. Mountain Dew to be exact! The dog ate a dang soda can. It’s not like we don’t feed her. In fact we buy her very expensive organic gourmet dog food. She probably eats better than us! We just don’t oblige her desire for human food. There were probably about eight pieces of can, each roughly about the size of a nickel.
First we panic thinking we are going to have to take Wylie to the vet for x-rays and possible surgery. Then we google “dog ate soda can” Do you realize she’s not the first stupid dog to try this? Apparently, lots of dogs have tried this. We find several suggestions in what to worry about, look for, and do. The first thing was whether or not she had thrown all of it up. Dirt Man checks outside and finds half of a chewed up Mountain Dew can in the flower garden. That’s where she takes all of her treasures to be destroyed. Then I go out there and see all of the chewed up pieces scattered which equals about another quarter of the can. She threw up about a quarter. So, we figured it is safe to assume there is none left in her since she was back to her exuberant self and other bodily functions and eating habits were otherwise normal.
Now, how did she get the can in the first place you ask. A few days ago, I decided to make beer can chicken on the grill. I only had bottled beer, so I poured it into a Mountain Dew can. When Dirt Man lifted the chicken off of the can he set the can aside in an above ground flower bed and forgot about it. Two things about Wylie. One, she loves beer. If we’re not careful and sit it on the floor, she will purposely knock it over and lap it up. Yes, we’ve caught her pulling this more than once. Second, she would love to get her paws on some chicken if we let her. I guess opportunity knocked and she took matters into her own paws! So, Wylie the Labradoodle is just a redneck-beer guzzling-chicken chompin’ mutt! *For the record when she licks me, it’s because she loves me…I refuse to believe she’s trying to undermine me. Only my human kids do that!