Today it was over to Mike and Emelyn Bird's house for Fiesta. They had a bunch of food (spaghetti, afritada and humba, fruit salad, and barbecue). We took Tyson along to play with Mike's dog, Apple. Tyson and Apple spent hour after hour rollicking and wrestling about, overflowing with joy, oblivious to the rest of the world in their disport...
Until food was served.
Tyson totally knows what "misbehave" is: Otherwise, his misbehavior wouldn't be so sneaky and surreptitious. So, from a good distance away, he sized up the plate of chicken on the low table, bolted across the room, and had an entire chicken leg (meat and all) in his mouth and down his gullet like an egret eating a fish before anyone could react. I made a dash to wrap my hands around Tyson's throat to stop him from swallowing, but was too late. Stupid little fucker.
Of course he barfed the leg up an hour later, and Mike Bird made a dash to grab it, but Tyson sucked it back down again before Mike could reach him.
I'm not worried about the "splinter" thing that people talk about regarding dogs and chicken bones: He didn't chew the bone; it went down whole... unsplintered. I'm hoping the bone stays in his stomach until he (a) regurgitates it and doesn't swallow it again, or (b) it gets digested there until it is soft and malleable enough to navigate his intestines. If the bone makes it into his digestive tract and gets stuck there, it's back to the vet for his dumb ass... this time for surgery.
Regardless, it is back to poo patrol for us here at the house.
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