This morning I took Kozmo out, like normal. He peed. Stupid old man next door had to poke his head out the door to know if it was icy and interrupted Kozmo's poop stance. Come on, you are 86 where do you need to go today? After Nosy Rosy went back inside I asked Kozmo if he had to poop and he started lunging, trying to get out of his collar. I assumed he wanted to run around the yard a few times. So I left go of his leash and he ran right to the other neighbor's yard and took a big poop. If the story ended there it wouldn't have been a big deal.
After his big poop he ran under a shrub and wouldn't come out. I called him. I opened the door and rang his bells. I offered treats. Finally the beast came out with what looked like long strings hanging out of his mouth. I mistakenly assumed they were the neighbors old clothes lines. I got closer and they were tan. Again I mistakenly thought they were old panty hose that blew off of the clothesline years ago, until I picked them up and they were bloody and attached to some purple stuff. That stupid repulsive hound was playing tug of war with entrails. Some poor bunny was probably saving that for dinner. I'm not sure if you realize why I am a vegetarian or how this was the grossest thing I ever had to touch. Yes, I freaking touched the pantyhose with my bare hands to get it out of Kozmo's mouth!!!!
I brought the mutt in, tied him to the radiator and went back with 2 plastic bags. One to act as a glove and one to act as a trash bag. I tried to pack the gut pile in snow but the damn pantyhose/intestines kept wrapping around my hands and flapping around sticking to the bag. It was the grossest thing I have ever had to touch in my life. Dogs are much different than cats.
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