This blog is not for the light-hearted or easily offended. If either one of those descriptions applies to you, i would suggest you start drinking before you read this blog. A sense of humor is suggested. If you don't have one that sucks for you … find one and get a life!
Just walked into the kitchen in time to hear my husband exclaim “oh Tucker.” Why was that? Well, there was cardboard everywhere and the dog bone box had been dragged out of the pantry and Tucker must have been working pretty hard to enlarge the opening so he could stick his head in there and eat dog biscuits.
Ever wonder what dogs do at night? Well, here ya go.
Last week Keely was upstairs in her room when she heard a noise in the middle of the night. She couldn’t figure out what it was and she went downstairs. It was Tucker frantically trying to eat his doggie biscuits.
The next morning Keely lectured me about closing the pantry door. I do try to keep it closed but occasionally (actually a lot of the time) I forget.
So back to last night. Tucker eats about 75,000 meals a day. It’s not totally his fault. He has something wrong with his thyroid. Normally when dogs have thyroid problems the thyroid slows down and they get fat but Tucker is no normal dog. In fact, he has what cats normally have; a sped up thyroid. I’m a bit jealous actually.
But the end result is that his metabolism is going nuts and even though I’ve put him on medicine (well I didn’t put him on medicine, his doctor put him on medicine) he’s still dying to eat 24/7.
Not only that but he’s really really skinny. So I suppose I really am jealous of him although he’ll gleefully eat catshit and that’s where I draw the line. It must be hard for him being a dog and having a cat disease. It really reminds me of the cartoon “catdog” that the kids used to watch on Nickelodeon. Did you guys watch catdog? That and Angry Beavers; they were the best.
So right now there’s cardboard everywhere and now that I stopped Tucker from eating his dog biscuit’s he’s here in the office chewing on his ass and trust me, that’s disgusting.
Not the fact that he eats his ass but the fact that I have to listen to him doing it. I try to stop him but he’s OCD like that. So anyhow, that’s my morning. How’s yours??