Our dog has a thing for socks. Toddler-sized, to be exact. There have been too many instances to count, but one would think that by now, even a dog would figure out that socks are not digestable and will inevitably upset his belly every time, and the socks will win and find their way back out to the world from the dark cave they fought to escape. There is nothing greater than waking up to yacked-up socks.
Of course, no sock is worth saving after going through that torture, and unfortunately, they wind up in their trash can graves and eventually buried in some landfill. So now we are starting to notice the missing socks when the kids can't find the matching 'other' to the pair they want to wear.
How sad is that when you can't even blame the mysterious loss on the washing machine eating them!?
Koda Blue
You silly pup
Don't keep eating our socks
They can't taste good
And are worse than rocks
Especially when they're yacked up!
Oh well, as long as their removal doesn't require the professional expertise of a veterinarian. Been there, done that. Two years ago, just before Christmas, our dog Bear was dumb enough to eat our son's Soothie pacifier. Um, not going to make it through the large intestines, let alone the small ones! Yeah, Merry Christmas and $1500 later. His vets came out the happy winners in that deal. After a horrendous year and this major faux pas, he still couldn't warm our hearts and we sent him off to live with a more tolerant family. I know Koda won't try that one since we are beyond pacifiers and the likes of anything "baby" in this house. But socks are forever. Always necessary. Smarten up, Koda. Stop eating our foot warmers!
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