Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Cute, Isn't He?

Who is this beast that I live with? I share my food, my bed, and my home with this guy, yet do I really know him? I'm telling you, sometimes Chandler can do some strange things. Last Wednesday while going walkies, Chandler and I were passing by the same iguana carcass that had been laying out on the street for two weeks. It was squashed flat almost appearing to be part of the pavement, and had left a greasy smear in the shape of the lizard oozing out from it's body. In the blink of an eye, Chandler, who had been coveting the stinking mess for these two weeks, scooped it up. As soon as he realized that I was going to try to grab it out of his mouth, he began gnawing on it and tried swallowing the thing as fast as possible. I wrestled with him for a while in the middle of the street, pulling and yanking on the filthy treat, while cars made their way around us in a wide arc. Finally, with one great tug, I managed to pull a leg and the tail from his mouth. As I flung the body parts across the street Chandler kept chewing away like he had scored a piece of gourmet beef jerky, and then in one big gulp he swallowed. "Son of a bitch Chandler, are you fucking crazy?", I scolded him. Then I got a whiff of the hand I had used to try and wrestle the iguana meat from his mouth. The smell could best be described as a bum's sock that had been worn non-stop for months, and then dipped into a septic tank.

After making it home and scrubbing my hand under scalding hot water for five minutes, I called the veterinarian. “Those iguana carcasses carry botulism, you have to get it out of him right away!", she informed me, "Take a turkey baster and squirt some hydrogen peroxide down his throat. It will cause him to vomit the iguana.” After asking her to repeat that twice and questioning whether that was worse than the iguana, the vet convinced me to follow her advice. So five minutes after administrating the said remedy to Chandler, he barfed a pile of goo up in the back yard. Great, I thought, it worked! Two minutes later, in the bathroom on the pretty little rug Mark had in there, Chandler barfed again. This time the entire iguana, minus one leg and the tail, came up. As I bent over the mess and cleaned it up, the grossest odor I have ever smelled filled my nostrils. Between gags, I just kept repeating, “Who is this beast? Where is my loveable little dog?”

16 comments:

  1. OH MY GOD! I'm still gagging from reading this! GAG!!!

    ReplyDelete
  2. Ok, that made me gag. I thought I was the queen of gross until now.

    ReplyDelete
  3. What a description, I almost lost it myself - I hope you gave him some mouthwash!

    ReplyDelete
  4. At what point was the nuzzling picture taken?

    ReplyDelete
  5. That was taken a while ago. I don't let him get near my face with that filthy mouth of his any more. Besides, he's not like Molly was. He's not a kisser, he just likes smelling you.

    ReplyDelete
  6. Why in the world would you walk him past the dead iguana in the first place?
    That is like walking a kid past a candy store.

    ReplyDelete
  7. Because it was this flat ________ I never would have thought he could have scraped it off the pavement.

    ReplyDelete
  8. Dennis...are you SURE you want to visit?? Sometimes knowing too much about your accomodations is not a good idea!!

    ReplyDelete
  9. This is just surface stuff. I can't wait for the really fun things to begin when I visit.

    ReplyDelete
  10. C'mon Peggy, it's not like he puked in the guest bedroom/office. It was in the guest bathroom that he puked up the iguana carcass.

    ReplyDelete
  11. The surface stuff comment was made by a fake Dennis. Trust me, no fun things for me, thank you.

    ReplyDelete
  12. Ok, Who are these other two fake Dennis people. I know I will have a great time. I won't have to read this blog everyday...I'll immersed in Alan's World and living it!

    ReplyDelete
  13. Obviously that is not me. I would never make the mistake of omitting the word 'be'.

    "I'll immersed in Alan's World and living it!"

    I was a school teacher for Christs sake!

    ReplyDelete
  14. Now we'll know when it's really me.

    ReplyDelete
  15. I also would not have forgotten the apostrophe in Christ's sake.

    ReplyDelete