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After what happened to me tonight, I gotta ask...what are your grossest dog stories?
I was taking the dogs to class...Kim in the back, Webster riding shotgun. Suddenly in the middle of traffic, Webster starting doing that hiccup-cough thing that dog do right before they puke. I looked around frantically, but there was no place to pull off and nothing within reach to toss under his face, so without thinking about it (because otherwise I would not have done this), I threw out my hand right as he vomited.
Into my bare hand.
So I'm driving down the road, one hand on the steering wheel and the other cupping yellow frothy bile, trying to figure out how to get out of this dilemma yet not actually think about what's in my right hand when...he vomits again.
I may have giant hands, but by this time even my hand was brimming, not to mention cupped as tightly as possible to keep the unspeakably disgusting contents from seeping through my fingers. I had a ziploc bag of treats on my lap so with my spare hand (yep, driving with my knee now) I opened that and dumped the contents into my cupholder, then poured my right hand into the ziploc.
We won't even get into the rest of the drive with my dripping fingers, then getting to the KC and washing off the now-partially-dried film in the hottest water I can find, because I'm starting to make myself a little queasy.
Kim's week of digestive horrors as a puppy still ranks #1 on my list of terrible dog experiences, but this was just flat-out disgusting. I'll be eating left-handed for a while...
So...how about you guys? lol
I was taking the dogs to class...Kim in the back, Webster riding shotgun. Suddenly in the middle of traffic, Webster starting doing that hiccup-cough thing that dog do right before they puke. I looked around frantically, but there was no place to pull off and nothing within reach to toss under his face, so without thinking about it (because otherwise I would not have done this), I threw out my hand right as he vomited.
Into my bare hand.
So I'm driving down the road, one hand on the steering wheel and the other cupping yellow frothy bile, trying to figure out how to get out of this dilemma yet not actually think about what's in my right hand when...he vomits again.
I may have giant hands, but by this time even my hand was brimming, not to mention cupped as tightly as possible to keep the unspeakably disgusting contents from seeping through my fingers. I had a ziploc bag of treats on my lap so with my spare hand (yep, driving with my knee now) I opened that and dumped the contents into my cupholder, then poured my right hand into the ziploc.
We won't even get into the rest of the drive with my dripping fingers, then getting to the KC and washing off the now-partially-dried film in the hottest water I can find, because I'm starting to make myself a little queasy.
Kim's week of digestive horrors as a puppy still ranks #1 on my list of terrible dog experiences, but this was just flat-out disgusting. I'll be eating left-handed for a while...
So...how about you guys? lol