My wife and I recently got a 4-month old female Sheltie puppy for my daughter's
birthday. My wife has had several pet dogs in her life, but this is a new experience
for me. My parents never allowed us to have pets when I was a kid, and as an adult I
never lived anywhere where pets were acceptable. Truthfully, I never had any desire to
own a dog.
My wife has two cats, and they have been with my wife longer than I have been. I've
always told her that we could get a dog when the cats die. Well, I finally gave in --
these 2 cats won't die! (One is old and blind, and according to the vet, has been on his deathbed
for 3 years... and the other only has 3 legs due to cancer). They truly
have nine lives!!
Our new dog, Dixie, has been growing like a weed. We have had her for about eight
weeks now and she eats good. She must shit six times a day. Maybe she eats too good. We
try not to feed her table scraps, but with children in the house we never know what she
is being fed. Luckily she is very smart and became potty trained quickly.
About a week ago we had a cookout. I had gone to the wholesale club and gotten 18 of
these MONSTER HALF POUND BURGERS. We had some leftovers. Five days later, there was one
rare burger left in the fridge -- that day, it became Dixie's
lunch.
That evening my wife and I did some beer drinking. The next morning my wife
woke up (hungover) and staggered into the kitchen. She told me that the smell hit her
and she started gagging before she even spotted THE MONSTER TURD. After vomiting, she woke
me up to show me this thing.
It was 9 inches long and maybe 1 1/2 inches thick -- bear in mind that Dixie
only weighs 15 pounds. THE MONSTER TURD was a result of THE MONSTER HALF POUND
CHEESEBURGER. I spice up and season the hell out of everything I cook, and I could
smell the garlic in that log.
I have been laughing to myself for days. I imagine what it would have been like
to witness that poor dog squeezing out that loaf. I wish I could have watched
the poor dog squatting, trembling, and whimpering in pain as THE MONSTER TURD exited
her tiny asshole. It had to have hurt, but Oh what a relief!!
P.S. Five years ago, we did get a Jack Russell terrier for my stepson's birthday, but
gave him away after 2 months when we realized it wasn't the right time in our lives to
own a dog. I will never forget standing at the kitchen counter and suddenly feeling a
warm wet sensation on my foot as the dog lifted his leg and pissed on me... but that's
another story.
-- Doniker
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