Last week I wrote a post about Sampson and his efforts to get to the field on one of our walks so he could greet some fellow hikers. Sampson not being a projective thinker had no idea once he reached the field the hikers would have moved on.
I let him lead us to the field, but he was disappointed that they were no longer there.
What I didn’t write about was how at the end our walk, the hikers Sampson was so eager to greet were just exiting the field as we approached.
His persistence paid off.
My topic now turns to poop. Listen, if you are in my inner circle you talk poop. It’s that simple. Poop happens so you might as well talk about it, chuckle about it whatever. It’s a fact of life.
When I’m walking the dogs I keep a good eye on them while they poop. Since they are on the raw diet their poops can be really hard. Sometimes I swear it looks like Sampson is pooping sand, it’s that dry.
One of my friends who feeds raw told me her dog’s poop was so hard, it hurt Lily when she pooped. Ever since then, I’ve kept a good eye on them to make sure they aren’t uncomfortable.
Last night during our walk Delilah was trying to drop a deuce. She has a tendency to squat, drop, walk etc.
Delilah assumed the position and I saw a little gopher pop its head out, but then it went back in. She took a couple of steps and tried again but still nothing happened. She looked at her backside (I’m not sure if she was trying to scare it out or what) and tried once again.
I pulled out my cell phone and called the vet.
Luckily I got right through and the gal on the end of the line was able to send a vet tech back to speak directly with the Dr.
While I was waiting for a response, Delilah kept trying.
It took her a couple of minutes but she eventually showed that turd who was the boss. But she only passed the one.
Meanwhile the vet tech came back on the line with this juicy tidbit, Dr. Soutter said to try to run Delilah a little (it was hot as blue blazes out) and if I felt comfortable I could reach down there and pull it out.
(No thanks, I’d rather pay you $50 to do that.)
I mean if it was a matter of life and death, of course I would have done it, but she was persistent and kept at it and it paid off.
I did take her down to the field and ran for about a minute, (siriusly it was hot out) and of course I kept an eye on her to make sure she pooped. (She did this morning.)
Persistence pays off, Just Be The Dog.