Our dog (boxer/lab spoiled dog) got loose last night. Normally, Mr. Bear stays out side on a run all day and comes into sleep at night. (My husband and daughter are die hard animal lovers). Last night sometime after I fed Mr. Bear, he got off his run. I’m sure he had a great time terrorizing the neighbors.
Oft times we have left overs or scraps from supper. Most of the time I put them in one of those plastic grocery bags and stick them in the trash since I don’t have a garbage disposal. However, last night I decided to go green and dispose of them out in the woods next to our house.
Tia had a volleyball game in Mena last night. She got home around 10:00. While she was getting out of the car, Mr. Bear decided to help her in the door. It took her a few minutes to get him inside the house as he likes his freedom, but she managed it.
I was asleep by 10:00 but woke up near midnight for some reason. Mr. Bear was lying on the floor and must have really had some gas….it smelled so bad that I looked around for a pile. He’s never used the bathroom in the house so I wasn’t surprised not to find anything. I decided it must be just gas.
This morning, I got up to go about my day. There in the floor right next to my bed was a huge pile of dog vomit. While holding my nose I began cleaning it up. I recognised some of the items in the vomit…..those scraps that I had thrown out in the woods ended up right back in my house.
Needless to say, I’m going back to the plastic bag in the trash method!
Oh this is terrible! The writing is well done but the story… absolutely gut wrenching (pun). This is written with a very loose vocabulary, humorous. I can very easily imagine the smell and the horrible time this must have been… A very valuable lesson to learn, if only it had been in a less nasty way!