SarcasmoJones
Shared on Sun, 05/04/2014 - 20:01Once a month, usually on Saturday, I take my Basset, Mack, to the Paw Spa to get his nails clipped. I got Mack from the North Texas Basset Rescue people, and he is afflicted with a severe case of separation anxiety. Anyway, the fucking Paw Spa doesn't accept credit cards, so I stopped off at the 7-11 to hit the ATM and grab a Big Gulp...they were on sale for 69 cents. While I was in the store, Mack freaks the fuck out and urinates in my cup holder...so I set my drink on the dash to go get some paper towels. While I'm getting sopping supplies, Captain Fucking Freak Out knocks my drink off the dash and grinds it into the driver's seat. Man's best friend, indeed.
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Submitted by Nightfall on Sun, 05/04/2014 - 20:58
My dog is also NOT fucking fond of car rides. Last time I took her with me driving somewhere she shit on the seat. She shakes and gets a ton of anxiety which causes an almost immediate softening and release of her bowels.
Submitted by GUL74 on Mon, 05/05/2014 - 15:27
wow rough day
Submitted by Oldschool 2o4f on Tue, 05/06/2014 - 06:50
I'd say the second act was more of a "gee that smells yummy" moment...
gotta keep the cookies out of the reach of the kids Jones...
sympathies on the doggie mess, we have one that's so old she has issues with controlling her rear sometimes. She gets excited, starts prancing about and it just falls out her ass, totally surprises her.
Submitted by SarcasmoJones on Tue, 05/06/2014 - 09:49
I hope that doesn't happen to people as well...I don't look forward to surprising myself every time I get excited.
Submitted by FreynApThyr on Tue, 05/06/2014 - 11:19
Yeah.
Whole lot of user error there.
You can't trust a dog with a Big Gulp. They have NO THUMBS.
Submitted by Oldschool 2o4f on Tue, 05/06/2014 - 12:41
Exactly!
Imagine trying to open that damn lid...oops, never mind it opened itself, coool!
Submitted by AngryJason on Fri, 05/09/2014 - 08:17
A couple years ago, my dog got into the trash and ate something that didn't agree with him. He began spewing foul black liquid from his mouth and anus. Being a Sunday, I had but one option, the emergency clinic. This facility is about 2 miles from my house. On the way, he managed, not once, but twice, to projectile vomit this foul black liquid into my cupholders, and all over my jacket. There is no longer any trace of this in my car, but man, that was a miserable time. My saving grace was that it was in November, so the wretched demon bile didn't bake in a 130 degrees.
I'm sure you'll forgive the dog in no time.