Rocky and No Bullwinkle

My sister, Am, wanted me to blog about the incident that happened with my OTHER sister, Shell, last night. Quite frankly, I think Am is just wanting to see the sparks fly, she IS an instigator by birthright. So for your enjoyment, Am… here it is.

Last night we had a massive storm pass through. We don’t get these very often, and it is a source of enjoyment for those of us that like storms, or just enjoy the rain that we so desperately needed.

I received a call from my sister, Shell’s cellphone. It was my WAAAYYY pregnant niece, Chris. “How bad is it if the dog ate a whole popsicle stick?” What??? I’m not a vet by nature, but I have a decent working knowledge on what to do if a dog eats inappropriate “stuff” Chris goes on to say that she thought that Rocky would just eat what was left of the popsicle and leave the stick, but she should have known better since he has eaten 4 phone books to date now, a stick was probably just fiber for him. I tell her I’m unsure what to do about it, I can’t imagine it’s good for him, but didn’t know what they could do other than take him to the vet, how would he pass it otherwise?!

Approximately 45 minutes later, it was still raining, although the massive part of the storm had gone thru. I walked outside only to see my sister Shell, and her entire family running up to my house, Rocky on a leash. OMG, she brought that big lug with her. MY damned dog is barking his fool head off and annoying me AND The Man.

We all walk into the garage to let her dog in the backyard. “We knew the only way we were going to get out of $500 emergency vet visit was to get Rocky to upchuck, so we know that he usually pukes a block away from our house, but it took until we turned down your street to get him to finally upchuck. The whole popsicle stick is in there!!!” Shell is laughing her fool head off. Chris is screaming and running because Rocky’s mouth TOUCHED HER LEG, and he just chucked you know. I’m thinking this is pretty radical, but Shell and her punks are laughing.

Poor Big Daddy had to ask The Man for a shovel so he could scoop it out of the car. He comes walking up with it… Chris starts running and gagging, Shell is laughing her ass off. My night is going to be ruined by dog chuck. *sigh*

Rocky has taken a dump in my backyard, Chris has stopped screaming, and Big Daddy has the puke cleaned out of the car, so they load their wet selves back into their car to go home. They have no electricity, so they are pretending they are camping, cooking over the Coleman stove and everything.

That’s my sister. *sigh* How did I get so blessed to have such a family?!