Yesterday Mirra seemed depressed or not feeling well, just not acting like herself at all. I was a tad bit concerned but she was eating, drinking, pooping and peeing as normal.....but oh man, was she letting some nasty farts. I thought maybe she had an upset tummy.
Jeff works midnights this week and I'm on day shift, so, being the good doggy dad that he is he offered to come over and get Mirra in the morning so she wouldn't have to stay in her crate until my mom got home at 2. She could spend the day with him where he could keep an eye on her and take her to the vet if needed.
I go to his place after work to pick her up. She enthusiastically greets me at the door. I said "looks like someone is feeling better now!" Jeff says "Is she ever!" He then proceeds to tell me that they went for a drive and then went for a walk on the beach. Apparently she totally ignored every command he told her: heel, come, sit, leave it, ect. She even got mad and sat down and refused to move for 10 minutes. He tried to force her to keep walking and she refused until he turned toward the house where she proceeded to practically drag him all the way back. Ok, no biggie, she always ignores whatever he says to her, nothing new there!
Then when they got back to the house she got into the box of new garbage bags dragging every single one out into the living room and shredding them while he was outside grilling hamburgers for lunch.
After that mess was picked up one of Jeff's friends stopped over for a visit. This friend likes to chew tobacco and obviously doesn't have a dog because he left the cup he was using for a spitoon on the table. Mirra knocked it over in one swift move of her muzzle.
After that mess was cleaned up the guys decided to hook up the new DVD player that Jeff's friend brought over. While the friend (Skip) was intently trying to figure out how to hook it up behind the TV, Jeff decided to step outside for a minute. With both guys occupied, Mirra decided this would be a perfect opportunity to investigate the new remote. She stole it out of the box and took it over to the couch to chew on it a bit. Jeff walks in the door just in time to see her chewing, goes to get it from her and she promptly vomits ALL OVER THE REMOTE!
Keep in mind that vomit, especially dog vomit, makes Jeff want to hurl. He considered throwing away the remote until he called the company and learned that a new remote would cost about $100. So, he toughed it out and he said it took a good 2 hours to clean the remote, pry it apart to get the puke out of the inside and to take frequent breaks so he wouldn't vomit on the remote himself.
You gotta love dogs!