Eighteen inches of... blimey. That sounds unpleasant! So far Dex's unauthorised snacks have all been edible (although I am missing two small aluminium reindeer from a christmas decoration...?) and digestion has worked its dubious magic. I can hear his stomach right now, on the other side of the room from me.
But yes, I keep snickering. My dog is that dog. The one that gets greeted with 'what the hell happened to him?!' on a semi-regular basis. The clutzy one who charges along chasing the elegant, gazelle-like dogs with his legs flailing about in three dimesions. He's special. ♥
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Date: 2009-01-27 08:50 pm (UTC)But yes, I keep snickering. My dog is that dog. The one that gets greeted with 'what the hell happened to him?!' on a semi-regular basis. The clutzy one who charges along chasing the elegant, gazelle-like dogs with his legs flailing about in three dimesions. He's special. ♥