The Miraculous Return of the Sock, Twice

This week has been an interesting week for us as dog owners. We've tried to teach the girls that they shouldn't leave anything in the back yard that is not a chew toy. Kam chews and pretty much eats anything. Earlier in the week Tara saw something in Kam's mouth that looked like a white, tube sock. She went over to get it out of his mouth and he hurried and swallowed it. Two days ago, Megan was outside and picked up a similar tube sock that was no longer white, more of a chocolaty, earthy tone.

She held it up and said, "Look guys, I found a sock." I threw up in my mouth a little bit when I realized that Megan was holding the steaming sock that Kam just unloaded. Kam also saw the sock she was holding and ran up behind Megan, jumped and pulled the once digested sock from her hand. I tried to run and grab it, but Kam sucked that thing down like it was a meaty bratwurst. Maybe his digestion track would finally breakdown the sock this time.

This morning Megan looked on the back porch and said, "Hey guys, there's that sock I found." The poop sock has once again magically appeared on the porch in the form of a large tootsie roll. We told Megan not to use her bare hand to pick it up this time. She's still trying to figure out how a dog poops out a sock in such a neatly rolled loaf. Tara is still trying to figure out if bleach and stain remover will save the sock. I told her to give the Kam the other sock to eat so at least the colors match. (Side Note: we now use the "poop sock" picture as our background on the computer. Mostly to remind us of the miraculous power of the intestinal tract.)