I mentioned before that we adopted our Australian Shepard, Chester from a rescue league.  He's the sweetest dog in the world and great with the kids.  I also mentioned that he has one small personality flaw... a weakness for baked goods.  He's decided to expand his palate...it now includes pizza.

Yep, the damn dog stole an entire half of a Dominos extra large cheese pizza!  Right. Off. The. Counter.  Our babysitter was over.  She walked away for all of 2 minutes to change BamBam's diaper.  Went back into the kitchen.  It was GONE...all of it!!!!

Crazy me, but I'm thinking that dogs aren't supposed to eat pizza?  Probably won't kill him, like chocolate?  Help me out here.

What's the worst thing your pet has eaten?  Please share.  Leave a comment. 

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My dog is stinky.
Made appointment for groomer.
Named Tiny Bubbles

Chester is anxious
Fell off table way too scared
Blood everywhere…eww!

It’s OK Buddy
Let me find the source of blood
Sit still you big lug

I said “Sit Still PLEASE”
Yucky. You lost a toe nail.
“SIT NOW CRAZY DOG”

Oh, no…you did NOT
I should not have raised my voice
You pooped everywhere!

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Needless to say, Chester’s recent grooming experience SUCKED! We adopted the poor dog from the Australian Shepard Rescue League on January 1^st of this year. We were approved for adoption rather quickly, however it took about 9 months for us to find the “right” dog for our family. He is really a big love…and I mean BIG. He is 90 lbs. The typical Aussie is around 45 lbs. We joke that we got a 2fer. He is pure Aussie, but looks like he was bred with a Newfoundland. He is such a gentle giant. He’s so sweet and so great with our other dog and, most importantly, the kids.

We figured out very early on that he had a weakness for baked goods. He ate a freshly baked banana bread right off the counter. In his defense, I make the world’s best banana bread. It’s a secret family recipe passed down from my grandmother. THE Daddy literally had to wait to marry me to get ahold of the recipe. Even then I waited a couple of years before giving him the “directions” *tee hee*. ANYHOW, I am able to discipline Chester, however when THE Daddy raises his voice, he immediately goes into “submissive” mode. For those of you without dogs…this is when he sinks as low to the ground as he can possibly get…kind of a “you can’t see me” pose. This is the second time he has actually shat himself with a male raising his voice. The people who surrendered him to the Rescue League must have abused him, specifically the husband.

People who abuse animals SUCK! I’m thankful today that Chester is now with a loving family in a safe home. Also, very thankful/relieved that Resolve Carpet Cleaner removes blood from carpet. He tracked it ALL OVER the house before we realized he was still bleeding!  Picture little doggy footprints leading from the upstairs Master Bedroom, down the stairs and out the back slider.

SO, how’s that for my first Haiku Friday? If you’d like to join in, check it out at: Playgroups are No Place for Children.

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