Sod Buster

I have found that I can't let my attention stray for even a minute when walking my dogs. The other night while taking our evening stroll, Chandler and I met up with Buster the pit bull and his nice owner, Lisa. Buster and Chandler have been friends for a few years now, but all that went out the window when Chandler spotted some fresh meat in the middle of the street. While Lisa and I were chatting, a sudden skirmish erupted as both dogs tried to claim a large, flattened lizard. As both dogs snarled at each other, Lisa and I struggled to drag them away from this tempting treat. At home I can stick my hand right in front of Chandler and remove his food bowl, so I was shocked to see him become so food aggressive.

Sasha has her own peculiarities that I have to watch out for when I take her for her evening toilette. Yesterday Sasha's deal was eating grass during her walk. Before I realized what she was doing she managed to get a good belly full, and within ten minutes after we got home she barfed up a large wad of it in the kitchen. Of course this caused Mark to start screaming and retching, "Oh my god that's disgusting... barf.. puke... aackkkkk...."  That wasn't really the worst part of Sasha's sudden desire to eat like a cow. That came this morning when she tried to poop and a long strand of grass got stuck in her butt hole. After a short while hoping that she'd be able to eject the offending bit of sod, I did what any good dog owner would do. I grabbed it and pulled. It was very long, and caused Sasha to let out a little yelp. My only regret was that Mark wasn't there to see my heroic behavior. It's not that he loves to watch me do such dirty work, it's that I love to watch him watch.