....you pull a piece of grass out of her butt when she can't get it out herself!
Oh, I've been there for that one.
Or you stick your hand in their throat for that piece of wrapper, rawhide, leaf, whatever they chose to swallow and you need to retrieve!
LOL! I've had to do the butt and mouth thing!
Teresa, mom to Brigetta and Prudence
You are cleaning up in the middle of the night, after they get sick and are more concerned about them than the mess in front of you and damaged rug lol.
You get up at 6:15 every morning to be sure he eats far enough in advance to not risk bloat. YOU don't have to get up that early to get ready for work! then at 7, you put on clothes appropriate for dog slobber, and go out into the now chilly mornings in the back yard, and throw the ball and work on whatever obedience thing is on the table. The mosquitoes eat you up because that's just what mosquitoes in Texas do. After 20 minutes of that, you come back in, clean up, change clothes AGAIN into work appropriate things, and get on with the morning.
If you can't tell, I am NOT a morning type person. So the above schedule is more of an "adjustment" for me than it might be for others who are reading and thinking So????
or when you reach in the mouth because you think they got something and that something is the most foul smelling poop you've ever smelled!
Cinder was having a hard time pushing something out once and I very gently pulled. I have never seen a dog move that fast before in my life!! I swear she was airborn! and waa laa, 18" piece of.... ummmm don't know what, we'll call it "string" but it didn't start out that way ;D
been there for the butt thing & going down the throat
Oh yes...those long shards of grass. Been there...done that . And hoped they neighbors weren't watching.
Holy, um, cow. So far we haven't had the butt thing. LOL But ... I'll add this: You know you love your dog when you clean up accidents in the house without a murmur because the poor dear is recovering from surgery and you don't want to make a fuss and upset her. We're still not house-trained. Sigh.