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 there 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.