Monday Mischief is the pet blog hop that wraps up the weekend! From Australia, to the UK, California, to Ohio, our dogs all love getting up to something mischievous over the weekend and we are sure yours do as well! This isn't just open to dogs though, because we know that all other animals can get up to lots of mischief too.I thought it was a fun and new blog hop idea! Now, you may have noticed, I think Elka's pretty great. She's very very good most of the time, and even when she's "bad", it's not generally her fault. Or not generally that bad. This is one of those stories, but it more or less applies to the "mischief" category. I wasn't sure if I would have an entry, you see, and my good Dobergirl rose to the occasion for me!
See that blue chair Elka is in? Well, that blue chair is on our front porch now. We're debating how to ultimately dispose of it: curb or take it to the dump ourselves? Curb seems like it would be a not-nice trick on people who try to scope out free furniture on garbage nights.
You see, Thursday night (which counts as the beginning of the weekend for me), Elka had an...incident. Episode? Event? Anyway. Something had apparently upset her stomach. I was at work, blissfully And a certain distinct odor.
Jim was trying to get some sleep, and our good, dear friend Panik Bedlam was over. Jim, after a very long time of Elka shifting around and grumbling and in general not allowing him to sleep, asked Panik to take over watching her. Elka took this in stride, hopping onto the blue chair, as is her right (see Dogs on Furniture). Then, and the rest of this story is perhaps not for the squeamish, our dear good friend described what happened next as "A vortex opened behind Elka's butt and poop came out".
Yes, gentle readers, poor Elka pooped into that blue chair, in prodigious, fragrant quantity. And then, as what was happening behind her was certainly unsettling, Elka tried to run away from her butt. Her butt, attached and not done yet, continued its mishief, also christening the black couch (which sometimes, though not that fateful day, has a brown slipcover on it). At that point, she jumped off, ran upstairs (you know, the only place in the house that's carpeted), did not christen the carpet, ran downstairs, and was herded into the kitchen where the gate was put in the doorway and the volatile object contained.
When I came home, all I had to do was put the cushion covers in the laundry and comfort the dog, who was dismayed to find herself restricted to the kitchen, and whose stomach was still upset. We moved the blue chair to the porch, where it awaits its transport.
Other than whatever her butt was doing, Elka was in fact in good spirits, and so I didn't worry terribly much. Her stomach was not tender to the touch, she was not also vomiting or panting, and she was still drinking water, though I assure you her food was cut off for the rest of the day, and when we restarted the rations, we started with some plain rice. And then some more plain rice. And then a tiny bit of kibble. I took her out several more times in the evening and she pooped something horrible three of those times, but wanted to tear around the back yard and play with tennis balls each time after. If she had vomited as well, or been lethargic, or not been drinking, I would certainly have called the vet, because these may all be symptoms of an obstruction, or bloat. But, it was just the diarrhea, so I didn't call the vet, and she seemed completely fine all of Friday, and completely normal on Saturday. So the Event, such as it was (whatever it was) is now over.
And so, Goodbye Blue Chair, we hardly knew ye.