Reading the topic from Loo-Knee got me thinking.
Last year when I started decorating the Living room, I began putting up wallpaper. So as you can imagine, the whole living room was cleared apart from the couch, TV and decorating stuff.
When bedtime came, everything got placed under the pasting table, the bucket of wallpaper paste had a damp towel placed over it to stop it drying out. I also draped a dustsheet over the edge of the table to cover everything underneath.
Next morning;
Fresh coffee - check
Unpack decorating stuff - check
Wallpaper - check
Brush and shears - check
Paste - ?
Now, how could an almost full bucket of paste go missing during the night?
None on the floor.
Towel was still over the top.
Sheet didnt look as if it had been disturbed.
Out the corner of my eye I noticed a black figure slinking out the room. Since Skye was still lying in her bed, (probably waiting on the impending behaviour of yours truly) I shouted Heiko back.
He begudgingly came into the room looking thoroughly ashamed.
Upon my investigation on his person, I found dried wallpaper paste behind his ears.
Rather than go off on a rant, I checked the packet of paste, and to my relief it did say non toxic. I thought it best to give him loads of water so it could hopefully flush him out.
The wee mans tummy was gurgling for ages and he couldnt get himself comfy on the floor or his bed.
I took him out into the garden to see if he needed to park his midnight muchy session.
Upon having a quick run around the garden he settled in the pooping position.
I wont go into too much detail as to what came out, but I'll describe it as such.
There was a sound like you were filling a bucket of water from a tap on full flow.
The funny thing was when he began emptying himself, it came out at such velocity, he snapped his head round in amazement as if he couldnt actually believe what was squirting out of his own derierre with such gusto!
He turned his head and the look on his face was one of fear and shock.
Now i've seen a lot of funny things but this almost made me fall down the steps of the house.
He came back into the house quite slowly, methinks old browneye was still puckering at the onslaught it had previously experienced.
Needless to say Heiko couldnt sit on the floor, he just went into the living room and lay down on his side, tummy still sounding like a drain.
I dont think the sight of me roaring with laughter at him made him feel any better.
Needless to say I have learned from this (as has he I would imagine) and I now make sure all paste and fluids etc are removed from his possible reach.
Never underestimate how smart (or thick) a german shepherd can be.
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