So here I was all proud of Moo, my big goofy girl turning two & mellowing into a lovely adult Bullmastiff…without hardly an issue to speak of anymore…when I found this.
That would be the twisted & mangled remnants of a Schick Quattro disposable razor.
This would be where we ended up after finding said twisted & mangled disposable razor.
Eric & I turned the house upside down looking for the cartridge – the actual head of the razor containing not one, not two, not three…but four – FOUR! razor blades.
We looked under the bed, under the couch…in every conceivable hiding place & found…
Nothing.
We even pried open the jaws of Maggie Moo…thinking she was hiding it somewhere in the recesses of her jowls.
Nothing.
It was nowhere to be found. So we stood thereĀ looking at the two of them.
‘Ok – which one of you chickens ate the razor?!’
They took a moment to get their stories straight & then said…
‘We have no idea what you’re talking about, woman….And you can’t prove anything.’
So following the Bullmastiff By-Laws,
RULE #4: If a Bullmastiff chews it up, all the little pieces are their’s.
…we determined the culprit MUST be Moo. It would just be too big for Libby to swallow.
So I hooked her up to the leash & out the door we went.
Head held high, she nearly jumped straight into the back seat (she always needs help).
The whole ride there, she hung her head out the back window – frightening the commuting Korean masses.
I thought the Korean security guards at the Osan gate were gonna bolt the second they spotted her.
Nope – they froze in their tracks.
Then it was nothing but smiles & tail wagging as we walked into the vet clinic.
Her grin got bigger each time a vet tech would come up to pet her big noggin’ asking in their high-pitched sing-song voices,
‘Did you eat that razor, Moo-Moo?’
Oh yeah…she was hamming it up & loving every minute of it.
But several x-rays & $125 later, no…it was not the Mooch in the broom closet with the candlestick…ah, razor.
To be fair, that was $125 for x-rays, the doctor visit, a heartworm test & 6-month supply of heartworm meds.
It was all a ploy to get out of the house & go for a joy ride!
But was it Libby?
Since it was too late to drive home, get Libby & head back – I was given explicit instructions on what to watch for with her.
But she hasn’t displayed any of the symptoms they’ve described.
So where on earth did they hide that razor cartridge?
At least it will give me something to think about tomorrow.
Wish me luck.
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They call it the “terrible two’s” for a reason ….
How scarey – but how neat that you wrote it up and it was so funny! Hopefully they hid the business end of the razor somewhere and it will not cause any more problems.
OMG Our friends were sitting their “grandpuppy” when the same thing happened, only he is a little 25 pound cockapoo. The actually blades are more like a metal film, very thin and almost see through.
Everything “came through” ok! Even the vet was happy, a little richer too! Oh by the way he was 4 when it happened, and is just as bad now at 7!
Thinking of you today and tomorrow and wondering where in the world that razor could have gone to.
I loved the part about Maggie riding along with her head out the window. Heaven only knows what the passersby were thinking. Gave me quite a laugh!
Mama, you know you have to keep those things up so 2 year olds can’t get them!! Isn’t it just like them to lull you into a comfort zone, then spring something like this on you?? She is probably giggling to Libby and saying, “Hey, did you see the look on their faces when they found just the handle?? See, I told you it was funny to watch them running around looking for the piece we have hidden! Just wait until next time, we’ll do more!”
Hey Girlfriend! Sorry to hear about you. Sucks getting old huh! Hehe…Our 40 year old bodies are complaining. Well you have some-ting in your brain alright…more brain! I hope you get better soon. I know how you feel (somewhat-I have to have surgery this summer) but not to the extreme. It’s scary when you aren’t in control of your body anymore.
About those girls…those terrible two’s are going to run over you. You need to reign them in. Do you crate them? Works wonders – but then you probably couldn’t have taken a big enough one for Moo. We have a new girl and she is bad if you leave her out when you are gone. She is very nervous! They can be bad but they sure get into your heart. How can you be mad at a face like that! Very cute!
Well you take care of yourself and tell the girls to be “good”!