Monday, November 18, 2013

when your dog eats a chicken bone

It all started because I thought there was fried chicken on the ground.

You have to understand that in Louisiana, where I lived for most of my life, finding discarded fried chicken on the ground is not uncommon. So when Ike grabbed something off the sidewalk the other day, I was sure it was yesterday's chicken, ready to rip up Ike's insides and cause internal bleeding that would lead to his untimely demise.

(I'm a very glass-half-full kind of person.)

I made a snap decision that I was going in. And by that I mean that I stuck both of my arms in his mouth -- one hand held his top jaw open, the other held the bottom -- and shook his head, hoping the chicken bone would fall onto the ground.

It's important to note that when you stick your hands deep down the throat of a dog who is in the process of chewing something delicious, he'll probably bite you. That happened. Right on that soft piece of skin between my thumb and forefinger. I never realized how crucial that part of my body is to, well, function. I will never take it for granted again.

Anyway, I persevered, determined to get the chicken bone to freefall out of Ike's mouth.

And it did.

Except it was a granola bar, not fried chicken.

Lesson learned -- in Shreveport people litter leftover fried chicken. In Minneapolis, they litter granola bars.


  1. hahahaha....glad it was nothing more than a granola bar. And I hope you're hand feels better.

  2. I once dug a chocolate chip cookie out of my friend's lab's mouth at a cookout.
    I knew the amount of chips in that one cookie wouldn't affect him, but given that he was normally a very subtle food thief, I figured we had no idea what number cookie that was for him, as there were human children walking around "sharing".
    So I get it. And I had Indy molar-marks on the length of my forearm.

    Also, chicken bones are terrifying. Better safe (and embarrassed) than sorry!