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Originally Posted by Buddy'sParents
LOL! Sounds like you'll have great stories to share with us!
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Yes, well, the night we brought him home (one week ago today) we picked him up at the breeders and brought him home. She told us he had already eaten dinner, but we gave him a bit of a snack when we fed our old collie for the evening. He's crate trained so we had him in his crate and he's making all kinds of noises all night long including belching/retching noises. (I was worried about Gastric Torsion i.e. "bloat") I was up and down all night long checking on him, letting him go out for a few minutes, really kind of worried but aside from the noises no apparent evidence of anything being wrong. Finally, 4:30 am he's doing it again and I figure he needs to go out again. This time he seemed very happy to go out and there is this AWFUL STENCH in his crate. I rub my bleary sleep-deprived eyes and see what looks like a carcas with fur and blood in the crate. Great, I though, he scarfed down some road-kill and then puked it up. Delightful. So while he's outside I call my wife to come check this out. Further investigation reveals it's not road-kill but a FULL PAIR OF INTACT SOCKS! They weren't our socks, either! They were dark blue with some red, which is how I mistook them for a carcas in my REM deprived state. We called the breeder later that morning and asked "Are you by any chance missing a pair of SOCKS?" Turns out it was a houseguest of hers who "misplaced" a pair of socks. I have no idea how he got them down without choking, but apparently he did. I think I may have them laundered and shadowboxed and hung on the wall. We didn't know he came with a bonus free pair of socks! Such a deal...
Anyway, that proved to be a bonding experience between he and I, because ever since I stayed up the night with him when he was feeling sick, he's been stuck to me like glue. He's a real velcro dog, alright. Now the big challenge seems to be dealing with the separation anxiety while my wife and I go to work all day. We're working on it, but that's a story for another time I think.