According to Husband I have two horrible habits: I leave used dryer sheets around because I think they help with odors and I cannot for the life of me close a drawer or cupboard all the way. The second is only dangerous when it’s a high cupboard and Husband’s head connects with the corner of the door. The first is really just annoying to Husband and a little bit untidy but not at all dangerous.
Well, not until we ended up surprise fostering two dogs, and one of the pair, the particularly emaciated one, decided that one of my dryer sheets was a good thing to put in his belly. His body, though desperate for nutrients, decided the dryer sheet wasn’t one and attempted to poop it out. Dryer sheets don’t poop out easily. Nope, they dangle and hang and tease and cause the poor pup, who has already had a pretty traumatic month, to run about, trying to escape the poop covered dangling dryer sheet swinging from his ass. And chasing a traumatized pup around with a poop bag trying to pull that sucker out does not inspire a calm clean result. It’s a glamorous life I lead.
The poor pup’s name is Joe and he’s a year and half old Boxer who, along with his cohort Pepper the 3yr old terrier, showed up on a friend’s doorstep on Monday. After some sleuthing, our friend found out that Joe and Pepper were given up because their owner had fallen on hard times. And then the person he gave them to was arrested and thrown in jail and Joe and Pepper fell on hard times. As far as we know, they’ve been on their own in the cold Tennessee winter for a little more than two weeks. That includes the 9.5 inches of snow we got last week with the 14-degree temps. Poor Joe’s balls – and he still has them and they are LARGE – poor Joe’s balls are snow burned and he’s covered with little sores all over his terrifyingly gaunt body. Ms. Pepper has a very enlarged vulva, and an unfortunate penchant for humping Joe’s head. In case you haven’t guessed, neither of them has been fixed and both of them having that snip coming but the Vet has advised waiting until the antibiotics are finished and both have plumped up and healed.
This is Joe the Boxer and Pepper the Terrier.
And this is Tigger the Dog doing her best to ignore Joe the Boxer and Pepper the Terrier.
Tigger the Dog is having a hard time with this visit that doesn’t seem to be ending. In fact, I was speaking to Mom about the dogs and Tigger the Dog was having one of her fits of high pitched dying animal whines and Mom asked if we didn’t just want to give her away and keep Joe and Pepper. !!! Husband is mad that I actually considered it. Tigger the Dog is still not speaking to me about it but that’s not unusual. She’s Husband’s dog through and through and I’m just the baddie that gives her baths and takes her to the Vet. Pepper and Joe let me bathe them without a sound and they snuggled us after.
The odds of us being able to keep them all are slim but every time I look at poor Joe’s ribs or sores or old man face, I can’t imagine letting him go. And Pepper, with her cocked ears, her little fast feet and absolutely trusting face, oh does my ovary hurt to think about them out in the cold without food for days and days… Ouch. There it goes again.
Anyone interested in a dog? Or two? Or three?
Don’t let the medical issues and poop dryer sheets scare you off. Both Joe and Pepper are the sweetest dogs I’ve ever met. They are just so snuggly and gentle and so in need of love. They are house trained and very obedient and don’t bark, whine or whimper. They just follow us around, their big round eyes making sure they know where we are at all times. They just need a good home with love and food and a welcoming family - not a pissed off Lab with the tendency to Chewbacca sing when things aren’t going her way.
And they definitely need a home without loose dryer sheets lying about. Those things can be deadly.
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