Friday, April 17, 2009

Ruh roh!! What comes in must go out.



I can't believe I'm writing about this topic. But, my use for this blog is not only to let people know about the happenings in our family but as a journal of sorts too.
Ruh Roh! That's my homage to Scooby Doo.
My blog today is dedicated to our dog Bella. Tuesday she did something very odd. Ethan and Aeron were doing their usual thing of getting into stuff. My house is still quite cluttered and messy. They found a bag of water balloons and proceeded to gnaw the bag open and brought them to me to fill. I filled a few balloons and very carefully without their taking much notice, put as many as I could into a baggy to store for warm weather use.
Unbeknownst to me, Bella found the balloons as well. Moreover, she ate a good 20 balloons. I was dumbfounded when I realized this fact much later as I will describe. I have seen Bella eat foods that no other dog would eat. She's eaten peppermint candies, lettuce, and carrots, to name a few. But, I must have given her more than her share of credit because I never thought she would have tried eating latex/plastic water balloons. Wow!!
So, later that evening as I proceeded to put the small ones to bed, I found 2 donations from Bella. She had thrown up on the upstairs carpet. Yuck! I was completely aghast when I found the colorful water balloons intermixed with her stomach contents. I won't go any farther. It's absolutely disgusting.
And, the next day, when Peter took Bella for a walk he found even more little balloons in her outputs. Oh my gosh! Thank heavens that the balloons didn't clog up her digestive system.
I had to blog about it because I don't want to forget about this little episode and because I was so surprised by the whole incident.
I apologize if I have grossed you out. There's not much to me that is sacred anymore. When you have 5 kids, you've pretty much seen it all and done it all.

4 comments:

Teresa said...

This is too funny. And no kidding-pretty much nothing grosses me too out any more. Altough today my daughter got a hold of a razor (what was I thinking!) and tried to 'shave' her face. Yeah, I lost the feeling in my limbs for just a minute and thought I might puke at the blood coming from the cuts oon her chin. You'd think I wouldn't get that grossed out after four babies. But, we do. Huh?

MJ said...

hello, nice to see your blog. i like the baby feet over the mommy feet, very cute..:)

from my motorhome to yours said...

I just found your blog, I just got back from rancho cucamonga, my sister gail lives there, funny story on the dog, our lab at my leather motorcycle jacket it even had fringe on each sleeves, the only thing I could reconize after a day was the zipper in the lawn, if you get my drift!!

Kimberlee said...

Reason number 1 I do not have a dog.

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