Dog Dad in Charge ~ What Didn’t Happen?

Poor Tom. As soon as I headed to town to see my mom Tuesday afternoon, things went to #*!!. When I returned a couple of hours later, I saw signs of things amiss. Here is the sad, sad tale.

As I drove up the driveway toward the house, I noticed our living room rug draped over the split-rail fence — a sure sign of a pet-bodily-function accident.

Tom met me at the door. I shrugged toward the rug and asked, “What happened?”

With a beleaguered sigh, he answered, “What didn’t happen?!”

Apparently, as soon as I pulled away to leave, Ginko suffered a projectile bout of vomiting.

[I had let the dogs poke around outside for an hour earlier in the day, somewhat unsupervised. He probably ate something he should NOT have eaten.]

While Tom lugged the area rug outside to hose it off, [he later learned] Lilly had eaten her disposable pee pad that we place inside her washable dog diapers.

How did Tom figure that out?

As soon as he came back inside, Lilly’s diaper became suddenly “pointy,” which means she is pooping. We have a really crass nickname for it, but I don’t want to offend anyone with my salty humor (after nearly 5 months of total canine incontinence).

Tom raced Lilly to the back door, but he made the mistake of taking off her diaper too soon, which sent poops shooting all over the kitchen floor.

Honestly, they fly out like a marshmallow gun … or as it’s known here … playdoh poop factory.

While cleaning up THAT mess, Tom realized there was no pee pad in the diaper. He found 1-2 bites of it left inside Lilly’s upstairs crate. The rest? We can only assume she ate.

Monday was Lilly’s first official day without lunch. We suspect she was either hungry or worried after Ginko’s barfing incident. Plus, the dogs have NOT adjusted to the time winter time change, making them hungry “early.”

So, there you have it.

My sweet, overwrought hubby did his best, but Lilly and Ginko posed too many challenges too close together. He was fried by the time I got home.

I tried to take the higher ground, but I did have to blurt out things like:

• Welcome to my world.
• This happened on your watch.

When I posted on our Champion of My Heart Facebook Fan Page, after Lilly’s last diaper-eating incident (just days after another true emergency dietary indiscretion), one of our fans joked that >>> living with dogs is like agreeing to live with TODDLERS forever.

She was right.

Team Dog teamed up on Dog Daddy, and the results were NOT pretty.

We just had to laugh.