Born In A Zoo

I’ll preface this post by saying that some things I mention may bring some weird google searches here … if that’s you, please move along.

Suzzie & Della are both kitchen hounds. If you walk into the kitchen, they are hot on your heels & then waiting for food to drop. A few times since Wednesday I’ve had to gate them off in the living room. They were getting so annoying & the “oh poor me” yelps they’d let out when you accidentally stepped back onto their paws.

At dinner Friday night, Jeanne was the first to mention how wet Suzzie’s chin was. I didn’t think much about it because she had her food & water just before family getting here. After everyone left, LilBro was settling into the food-induced coma. I was waiting for the dishwasher to hit dry mode (I don’t like to let the dishwasher dry them… uses too much energy & dries with less spots by just opening up the door & let the air do the work). Annie & Della found their snooze spots. Suzzie could not get comfortable & find a spot.

I took her to bed with me after the dishwasher door was opened. She had a fitful sleep. LilBro got up to go to the bathroom at 3am. He heard me talking to Suzzie and telling her that I wish she could tell me what was wrong with her. Every place she laid down to try sleeping left huge drool wet spots on my bed. Her beloved Packers neckerchief was even soaked so much that she let me take it off her. I was thinking it was a combination over being over tired & maybe grabbed a scrap off the floor that didn’t agree with her.

Besides the drool & some sneezing, Suzzie was acting normal. It was after I fed the dogs their morning meal that Suzzie started to get bloated & her belly was hard when I rubbed it. I told LilBro “I think she’s constipated. I’m taking her for a walk to see if that helps. I can’t afford an emergency vet visit. The other two are gonna be pissed off at me. Keep them happy.”

Suzzie, the dog that gets tired walking around the block, walked for 12. And she pooped 3 times. I am happy that I brought the normal amount of poop bags with me that I would do when walking all three. We got caught in the rain two blocks from home & I asked Suzzie if she could run for just two blocks so we didn’t get soaked. She did. We dashed in the front door & I dropped her leash while telling LilBro to take it off & dry her. I ran out the back door to the alley to drop the poop bag in the garbage can.

Guess what? That worked. No more drooly, uncomfortable dog. No more hard bloated belly. She crashed out for the rest of the day & slept well all last night.

Oh … LilBro is happy too that she finally pooped. She was letting out some really raunchy stealth farts before the walk.

According to urban dictionary

flip a table : A term used to express one’s sheer aggravation, madness, frustration, or anger at something.

Have you seen the “flip a table” emoticon?

I don’t know how to make them because it uses special characters. I’ll stick to simple keyboard ones.

Suzzie has an irritating gesture to let me know when she wants the water bowl filled. The water bowl is stainless steel and sits on a rug. She will push it off the rug & then make it flip over. That action makes it ring loudly.

Every time she does that it makes me think of “flip a table”.