don’t eat that
October 1, 2010
I haven’t mentioned my dog for a while, and my blog cuteness rating has gone way down.
I don’t think this post is going to help with that though.
Nala has had some, how shall I put it, gastrointestinal issues the last week or so.
In short, diarrhea. I’ve been getting up with her a couple times a night to take her out. Which, since she had been sleeping soundly all night long, has been a pain in my ass.
And maybe hers too I guess. I hadn’t thought of that before. I should think about someone besides myself.
Okay, I’ll try to stay focused here.
Anyway. Kim took Nala to the vet yesterday. She described the problem, they talked about what was going on, discussed diet, all that. At one point, she mentioned that I had put some hamburger drippings on Nala’s food, to make it tastier for her.
And he said “I’ve never understood why people do that. Why would you give dogs all the fatty stuff? Dogs like food in the same way people like food. Don’t give her stuff you wouldn’t eat. Would you eat grease?”
So I’m thinking, you know . . . WHAT? Would I eat grease?! Really?
Well, no, now that you mention it, I wouldn’t eat grease.
But you know what else I wouldn’t eat?
My Own Butthole. Or Another Dog’s Butthole. Or My Own Feces.
Just for starters. There is probably a longer list of things my dog would put it in its mouth that I wouldn’t. Probably.
But I think that’s long enough.
Anybody know a good vet in the Draper area?