Yeah...one day my son called me up to ask how to find the number to call when there was a dog on the side of the road who looked like he didn’t have many good days left without a little help. When I inquired where said canine was presently, son indicated “the back of my car.” I instructed to bring quadruped in question home.Later we figured out much too late about his corprophagic compulsions. I suspect when survival depends on recycling what others left behind, we all would do things we would never dream about under different circumstances. I didn’t mean to dampen the mood. Tall skinny hunting dog made my house smell like a nursing home, and I cried myself to sleep at night, knowing that I couldn’t take him to the shelter. I found an enzyme to add to our other dog’s food to make his scat unpalatable to our other dog. Years later, I cried myself to sleep when I found out that the discarded dog on the side of the road was suffering from prostate cancer. It made me remember how at first, I was hoping I wouldn’t have to put up with him for long because he was an older lad when my son brought him home. Corprophagia and delayed house training notwithstanding, I loved that guy. I would gladly succumb to the emetic effects of his oral stool examination every day to have him back. Thanks for the memories and laugh, OFRN.😘
I'm a dog lover too. My family used to raise and train whippets to race-just for fun there was never any money involved. Whippets never indulged in self produced nutritional add ons, but I had a little shih tzu that loved to snack on his by products. I asked the vet if this was a survival tactic and she said no, some dogs just do it. I would take him on long walks and immediately removed him from his snack as soon as he was done with his business. Thankfully, after time he grew out of the habit.
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ReplyDeleteYeah...one day my son called me up to ask how to find the number to call when there was a dog on the side of the road who looked like he didn’t have many good days left without a little help. When I inquired where said canine was presently, son indicated “the back of my car.” I instructed to bring quadruped in question home.Later we figured out much too late about his corprophagic compulsions. I suspect when survival depends on recycling what others left behind, we all would do things we would never dream about under different circumstances.
ReplyDeleteI didn’t mean to dampen the mood. Tall skinny hunting dog made my house smell like a nursing home, and I cried myself to sleep at night, knowing that I couldn’t take him to the shelter. I found an enzyme to add to our other dog’s food to make his scat unpalatable to our other dog. Years later, I cried myself to sleep when I found out that the discarded dog on the side of the road was suffering from prostate cancer. It made me remember how at first, I was hoping I wouldn’t have to put up with him for long because he was an older lad when my son brought him home.
Corprophagia and delayed house training notwithstanding, I loved that guy. I would gladly succumb to the emetic effects of his oral stool examination every day to have him back.
Thanks for the memories and laugh, OFRN.😘
I'm a dog lover too. My family used to raise and train whippets to race-just for fun there was never any money involved. Whippets never indulged in self produced nutritional add ons, but I had a little shih tzu that loved to snack on his by products. I asked the vet if this was a survival tactic and she said no, some dogs just do it. I would take him on long walks and immediately removed him from his snack as soon as he was done with his business. Thankfully, after time he grew out of the habit.
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