This morning, the Aggie was talking a shower when he turned around to find Deuce standing behind him, enjoying the pulsating water beating down on his Silky terrier head.
This is Deuce's newest thing – getting the in shower and bathing with the Aggie. Every single morning.
After the Aggie finished he woke me up for my turn in the loo. Just as I'm suds-ing up, the Aggie rushes in with what looks to be the remains of my Venus razor.
It appears that when Deuce was shooed out of the tub, he took a little souvenir with him. Then proceeded to chew it up, finally depositing it on our bed.
The Aggie spent the entire morning trying to locate the actual razor blade component of the device, but his searches were unsuccessful.
We can only assume the little bastard ate it.
So for the next hour we stared at Deuce wondering if he was going to shit razor blades. His behavior would indicate that nothing is wrong. The Aggie and I, during our surveillance, had a long discussion on the merits of taking a perfectly healthy dog to the vet for something he may or may not have done to himself. We decided to go with God and just left for work.
I think I wouldn't be so convinced he ate the blades, if just last week he hadn't pooped out a solid glass eyeball he had ripped off a toy and swallowed. In fact, there are countless things he's ate and then pooped. Including, but not limited to: dental floss, aluminum foil, the nose off a Care Bear and one of the beads of a necklace I broke.
Lets all hope he's not take up a hobby akin to sword swallowing. Momma Pug can't afford that sort of vet bill right now.
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