The diet of Dignan Grauer. Nov. 6, 2011
The past few weeks have been a little rough to say the least. The Grauer family has experienced two car repairs, a speeding ticket, fantasy football drama and worst of all, our lovable Weimaraner Dignan, swallowed a pacifier. Whole. Apparently, “Diggie” likes them much more than Henry does. After an urgent trip to the vet, we were sent home with a tube of doggie laxative and well wishes. Then the fun really began. Next we got to spend a little bit of each day searching the yard, inspecting the poop in hopes of finding that bright blue soothie. Not an easy task with a yard littered with graceful autumn leaves, each the same color as dog shit. As a new mommy I’m starting to feel like a professional poop collector. I’ve got to tell you though, I much prefer the baby Henry variety. At least while changing a diaper there is always the promise of smiles, coos, and infectious baby giggles. The best our dogs can offer is a few flies and a backache, and maybe a little poo-on-the-shoe if we’re really lucky. Yes, the baby variety is much preferred.
It’s been a few weeks now and the pacifier has still yet to be discovered. We are still watching for the warning signs of a complication, but I’m guessing by now Diggie dog will be just fine. According to the vet if he stops pooping, seems lethargic, or loses interest in food surgery is needed. Fortunately, he’s as energetic as ever, never been hungrier, and our yard is evidence that he is literally full of the stuff. It seems to me that this must be a common problem with dogs that eat for the simple joy of eating. It takes me back to the days when I lived with a chocolate lab named Jack. Baby toys wouldn’t have stood a chance with that dog. A rubber pacifier would have gone down with one gulp. True story: he once ate the back seat of my Toyota. Okay, he only took a few bites, but still my car was not intended to be his appetizer. I also witnessed him crap out 2 brillo pads he’d enjoyed as a mid morning snack. While I was working and he’d made an escape from the dog room aka “Jack jail”. Evidently I needed to go get groceries if he was hitting up the brillo pads.
Here is a small inventory of items he ate in just one summer when I decided to actually take note: hot cocoa (packets & half of cardboard box), brillo pads (2), cake mix (uncooked, unmixed), powdered sugar (1/2 bag), mango pit, dove soap (entire bar), and tortoise poop. I guess my point is that if the stomach of a Weimaraner is anywhere close to as strong as a Lab’s I think our Diggie will be just fine.