Do you have pets, a pet? And not a person type pet…that’s another thread entirely, and probably involves the use of a webcam and toys and collars, etc. (Ew!) No, no, no. I am talking about the animal kingdom, and how they relate to us.
I have this dog. Well, I have two, but that’s probably another story. This dog, we’ll call him Satchell (as that actually is his name), is a pit bull mix of some sort, probably pitbull/lab. He was abused, neglected and finally abandoned at 8 weeks, whereupon he was found roughly 8 miles away from his original home, and brought to us a week later. We have loved the bejeezus out of him, and aside from having apparent brain damage (you think I’m kidding? We call him MOlasses, frequently) his only real issue seems to be food aggression.
Lately I’ve been feeding both the dogs a little more as they seem to be hungrier and they’re both so young still.
But tonight I think I’ve figured out where all the food is going, to my horror and dismay. After Satch throws back, and then forces his adopted brother, Charlie, off his bowl, he comes in, takes a nap, and then suddenly, without warning, wakes to find himself vomiting. This has happened once every night now for about four nights. Normally I shove him outside before he finishes, so tonight was actually the first time I saw the amount and type of vomit.
OMFG. BLEH.
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Here’s a picture of Satchell at 13 weeks. He was in pretty bad shape.
And again at 5 months.
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So, ok. Beat that, for a gross pet story. … and GO!
