Give a Dog a Bone

Here's my Fonzi Dog. We think he was born November 2007; he joined our family in March 2008 ~ so he's almost 3 years old. He's a crazy little dog. He weighs about 50 pounds ~ but has no qualms taking on our 70 pound Tonka Dog. He's got a cute tail that curls up and it wags a lot (just like in this picture.) His ears usually perk out ~ but he couldn't figure out why I wanted him to be still and take his picture, so they aren't out in this shot. He chases everything ~ motorcycles, garbage trucks, runners, chipmunks, groundhogs, deer, but he especially likes shadows. He'll lie in the sun during the day and wait for a bird to fly over so he can chase the shadow. If you throw a ball he'll chase the shadow and almost get bonked in the head when it lands. When I give the dogs bones Tonka likes to lick his and bury it. Fonzi will chew and chew and chew all day long. Tonka sometimes gets an upset stomach when he chews a bone, but never Fonzi.

Yesterday I gave the dogs bones. Fonzi chewed his all day long. When he came in the house he left it on the porch, right outside the sliding door so he knew where it would be when he went back outside. At bedtime he came to bed like always and slept on his blanket on the floor. He usually jumps on the bed, but not always. Around 2:30 I hear him whining. I realize he's on the other side of our bedroom door. He must have gone downstairs and the door swung too far for him to get back in. So I let him in and he immediately jumped on my side of the bed. I shooed him off, but as soon as I laid down, he was curled up right next to me. I kinda scooted him over because a 50 pound dog is rather uncomfortable to have smooshed up against you. Around 4:00 I'm awakened by a warm wet...Fonzi THREW-UP all over the bed AND ME! There was no warning dog puking sounds...just warm and wet and stinky. SO VERY GROSS! I get up and have to strip the bed and wash off. As I'm stripping the bed I notice a spot on the carpet. While I'm taking the sheets and blanket downstairs, Mike cleans the carpet and I notice another spot downstairs. It's then I realize that it's not puke ~ it's poop. The dog had uncontrollable, explosive diarrhea all over me.

Damn Dog.