So yesterday morning I kind of puked up a rock. Here is a photo of it with a teaspoon to show you the scale.
I admit I felt kind of crappy all day and couldn't keep any food down at all, not even rice and chicken.
But this morning I was feeling great! I ate my whole breakfast, no puking, and was ready for some action in the yard.
But then I pooped out an even BIGGER rock! Whoops!
Naturally, Momma just had to wash it off and take a photo. No doubt this is destined for her growing collection of "Household Objects Which Were Once Inside My Dogs."
The RH called me over and tried to scam me into believing that eating rocks actually CAUSED my sickies!
What does he know? How could they possibly be related? I mean, I ate rocks, oh, I don't know, Thursday or Friday and then I had sickies on Saturday. That is a WHOLE DAY later! That's like trying to convince me that just because I went to daycare and ran around cracker dog all day on Tuesday I had a sore leggie on Wednesday.
We all know that the RH is a few slices short of a loaf anyway.
Just look at this face? Would you believe anything he says?
I think he just wants to save all the nommy rocks for himself.
Well I'm not buying it!
Here is our lovely rock garden. Look at all those treats! I am pretending not to be interested (wait until she goes inside, right).
I guess you know who has bamboozled the DOH, because she is quite concerned about this, but not certain what to do, so if any of you or your humans have wise thoughts we are open to hearing them.
She did call the V-E-T who told her to pick up some of this rather ominous looking "food."
I am anxious to learn how to keep this indulgence secret from the humans. I'd hate to have to give up something that is so satisfying.
P.S. I am supposed to tell you that the movie on yesterday's post was actually from Friday. I really wasn't feeling much like zoomies yesterday, but I just had a nice walkie and am back to my old self.