Wife has just called a little distraught. Has just come back to the car to find our dog and sicked up a partially digested rabbit.
She called earlier to say the dog disappeared for a minute or two on the walk and was a little worried. She said she wouldn’t be surprised if it was wolfing down something decomposing somewhere.
Apparently this thing smells worse than my bum after curry night. Now that is bad.
I couldn’t stop laughing.
She put the phone down on me.
Photo for the less squeamish if you wants further down. A whole rabbit it one, clever dog!!
Dogs have a tendency to scoff things whole if they think they’re going to be taken off them. That they will later vomit them up is of little consequence, because they will perfectly happily settle down and eat it again properly.
Folk feeding their dog on a whole raw meat and bones diet will know to leave a dog to eat a whole rabbit in peace for just this reason.
Yesterday, our springer ran into the house with a twitching small bunny it’s mouth, which she refused to give up. Much comedy screaming from the kids. All we could do was send her into the back garden and let nature take it’s course.
I once arrived at work on the motorbike, knowing I’d hit a squirrel and feeling guilty- I felt worse once I discovered it stuck under the engine, being roasted on the exhaust headers. And quite a lot worse once I finished scraping it off with a fish slice.
Oh i know what would happen if left to it’s own devices.
Still re-call when she was a tad poorly and did a poo in the kitchen.
Oh the hilarity to find said poo in various forms of digest/sick over the floor. She must have eaten it four or fives times and sicked it up. OH THE HILARITY!!
My Mum was once entertaining some posh ladies from the Parish Council to afternoon tea when her ageing setter ambled into view in the garden. Cue lots of oohs and aahs…. until the setter squatted down and nipped off a massive steaming pile right in front of the patio window. As if that wasn’t enough the dog then turned round, sniffed, and scoffed the lot.
I’m giggling at you not being able to stop laughing.
Be thankful it wasn’t a few litres of liquefied fox shit in bile. A labrador did that once while I was on the phone to a client, thankfully on a wooden floor. I’m not squeamish but it was a struggle to not throw up myself while cleaning it up then jetwashing furniture outside.