What’s the Grossest Thing Your Dog Ever Ate?
Jack holds the crown in our household for eating the most gross things, although Sally would be a very close second. Jack’s first instinct is to put it in his mouth. Hold something out to him and he goes to eat it, whether it’s food, a paper towel, a toy or his leash. “Eat first, ask questions later” is his motto. Horse poop, coyote poop, dead animals, any gross thing he finds along the side of the road…a delicacy. No wonder he has weird stomach issues.
Maggie is a bit more discerning. She smells everything before opening her mouth. Even if I just gave her a piece of the same treat, she will still smell the other half. Her one bad habit is her affection for Jack’s poop. Yeah, no other dog’s just Jack’s…don’t ask me why.
Tino wasn’t a fan of poop – dead animals were his thing and since he could catch rabbits in our yard when he was younger, he had his own raw feeding program going.
Sally was a champ too. Like Jack, she was eat first, ask questions later and was able to ferret out all sorts of weird things to eat on our runs. Probably her weirdest meal was had while we were on vacation. We had gone to Morgan Run, a golf resort in San Diego. It was a pretty course, with a nice trail and lots of little ponds to explore on the property and close to the ocean.
I was walking her one morning when she got overly interested in one area of this pond we were walking by. I knew the signs of an “edible discovery” so ran over to see what it was. Since it was the edge of a pond, I figured it was a dead fish or something. Oh but, no…it was a crayfish – or at least something that looked like a crayfish (I didn’t know that they are found in Southern California, and I guess they are quite a problem.). And it was still very much alive, but Sally was intent on eating it. All I saw was little legs and claws waving at the corners of her mouth and her crunching away on it…gross. And before I could figure out how to get it away from her, down it went.
I figured she’d get sick later, but nope, unlike Jack, she had an iron stomach. The next morning on our walk, she made a beeline for the same spot. Luckily I was smart enough to keep her leashed until we were past the pond.
So, tell us, what’s the grossest thing your dog ever ate?