My now wife made the mistake when we were dating of buying one of those god awful cooked bones from the store when I was work. First, it made him crap an ungodly amount all over the carpet. Then he was blocked up bad. He wouldn’t eat dry food, and I took him to the vet. She recommended trying to let it pass first before surgery as a last option.
I got him to eat a number of things to get things to pass. Beans, squash etc…all with a liberal dose of mineral oil. It wasn’t happening, and I was worried. I had to do some route planning for a race in the desert, and I decided to give it one more day before doing the surgery.
The gals I was working with (from another nonprofit) wanted to carpool. They were kinda granola types, nice, but I’m a blue collar hunter through and through. I politely declined, gave them my reasons (IE possible imminent explosive situation) and I immediately got the impression they thought I was lying cause I didn’t want to share a 4hr round trip drive with them.Truth be told I didn’t, but I would have had it not been for the dog.
We stopped as soon as we got off the highway to let the dogs run. He took off, happy as hell to be in the desert and looking totally happy and healthy. They started asking questions then…
All of a sudden, with him and their dogs about 150 yards out, he let loose a deluge. LOUD too. Even at that distance, it was like somebody was shooting a whoppie cushion into a megaphone. They got this shocked look on their faces, I was laughing my ass off but also relieved, and then they started laughing too.
They finally admitted they thought I just didn’t wanna ride with them, and we ended up having a pretty good day after that.