We're both sick

This has been an entertaining week so far. We gave Zuul a rawhide bone Sunday night. She was chewing away at it pretty well and before I know it, she's sniffing around for something else to chew. She swallowed the entire bone. It was the ~6" long variety. Nothing too big, but big enough that I didn't think she'd be able to swallow it. The package claims the bone is "highly digestible." Bull honky.

The next day at lunch I take Zuul outside. She's dropping the kids off at soccer practice, then, about half-way through, out comes some fat bastard the same color as the bone with the consistency of a Starbucks Frappuccino. I hoped that was it. Wrong. She developed a mean case of the squirts. I happened to fall ill on Tuesday. Good thing. She was out at least every hour squirting some lovely goodness out her behind. Our lawn looks like a battlefield diorama. There is no way we can pick that stuff up until it's dry.

We became worried toward Tuesday evening. Megan went to the park and spoke with a dog friend. She gave us some pulsatilla to give Zuul after each trip outside. This is to go on until things clear up. Zuul had a normalish poop last night. Then at 4am this morning she's whining to be let out. I take her out and she can't get out the door fast enough. She runs to the corner of the yard and out comes 5 pounds of sloppy crap. Impressive. She even managed a cute butt scoot on the ground afterwards.

Before work this morning she went out and crapped out a wad of that bone. It looked like the edges of the rawhide. Like the frog leg lollipops from an episode of Top Chef I was subjected to watch. But more stringy. And watery. We'll see how she does at lunch today. Hopefully that was it.

We had a dog date on Sunday. My co-worker is out of town and another co-worker is dog-sitting for him. She and I thought it would be fun to have Zuul and Toby get together. Toby is a 100lb chocolate lab.

We went to NE Portland to Irving Park. It has an unfenced dog park which was nice. There were a bunch of dogs there and Zuul had a great time. She made friends with a Boston Terrier of the same age. It was about 1/5 Zuul's size and tough.



Zuul also met a cousin. Sheila the Weimaraner. She is 8 years old and about 60 pounds. She didn't seem very tall to us. Zuul will most likely be larger. They didn't really play together.

We went from the park to Otto's Sausage Kitchen to have lunch with Auntie Bludgeon and Uncle Brian. It was Bludgeon's first time meeting Zuul. She thought she was cute. Naturally. I snapped a photo of Megan and Zuul. Megan is not smiling because she likes Zuul. She's smiling because she's minutes away from eating sausages.

We went to my sister's on Tuesday. Zuul thought it might be nice to grab a bite of Hobie's food. Hobie witnessed this event just as we did and was not pleased. He swiped at Zuul and caught her nose and her eye. Zuul has a scratch on the white part (phew!) of her eye. It bled a tiny bit and we rinsed it out with saline. Zuul never seemed bothered by it. Hobie spent the rest of the evening bullying Zuul. Zuul was pretty freaked out and hid on the couch.

We went back again last night for some ANTM and Hobie proceeded to be territorial. Zuul proceeded to hide on the couch. On our way home, I opened the back door to the car and Zuul hopped right in. Until then, she has been laying of the floor of the front passenger seat. This was her first time in the back. She went right across the bench to the other seat and sat just like a person. It was the cutest thing ever, that night. We'll have to get her warmed up to her dog seat belt that my mother gave her. She seems ready. BTW, she lay down just before we were going to tell her.


I'll see you next time.

p.s. Don't give your dog rawhide bones.

picture credit: me
picture credit: me
picture credit: me
picture credit: me
picture credit: me
picture credit: me