I like to eat things.

Yes, this is another Oscar post.

Where do I even start?

Oscar ate this.  ATE it.  As in swallowed it whole.  Um... I have no idea how.

The one we had originally had a cheap tennis ball attached to it.  We bought it during one of our puppy classes back in the day for training, and he ripped off the ball in class.  It stayed in tact for, oh say, about 5 minutes.  He loved the fleece part, but it did get disgustingly wet while he played with it.  The then started to pull at each strand, ruining the braid part.  Eventually, the toy became a very loosely braided toy with mismatched lengths of fleece strand.

Many times, I had to take it away from him and knot up the longer strands because I noticed they would go completely down his throat, but never have I imagined that he would get the entire thing down.

So this time, he did.  The toy was quarantined away in the bathroom downstairs, and Mr. Chill must've left the door semi open while he pulled out the trash in the room.  Oscar found the toy, and JACKPOT! Within a minute it was gone and our poor dog walker witnessed it.

Of course, the next few hours were followed by frantic calls from yours truly to Mr. Chill, to our vet, and to our dog trainer, Ruth.  I lined up various emergency vets in the event Oscar chokes or vomits, or has a toy sticking out of his ass (um, deja vu?).

The first night went fine.



Video of Oscar trying to get Mr. Chill's attention. (Just for the record, we ignore Oscar if he cries or whines, unless it is an emergency, because we don't want him to think crying will get him what he wants.)