March 27, 2012 § 13 Comments
Today, Lil’ Miss Maple sniffed her way to a “pot of gold” in the most unlikely of places: a pile of leaves! The hidden treasure that Miss Maple discovered was a delectable (from a canine’s perspective) bone from a leftover piece of BBQ chicken wing. For Miss Maple, it was as if she had won the lottery. For me, it was my worst nightmare come true. The story goes like this…
The weather was so pleasant this afternoon that I decided to bring Miss Maple down to our neighbourhood lawn for a fun game of fetch. The landscape gardeners had gone off for lunch and left several piles of swept-up leaves at one corner. Initially, the furball showed very little interest in the leaves. After all, I was holding on to her itty bitty tennis ball for which Miss Maple has developed an intense obsession. We played a few rounds of fetch until I accidentally threw the ball into a pile of leaves. Well, the ball landed in the wrong pile! Miss Maple went head first and plunged her face in the leaves to retrieve her ball, or so I thought.
When it was taking longer than expected for the pipsqueak’s head to re-surface, I knew something was amiss. Sure enough, Miss Maple forgot all about her ball and sped off with her find—the chicken bone. “Maple, stay!” “Drop it!” “Leave it!” “Come here!” Nothing worked. I was chasing a mini lightening bolt on four extremely short but super fast legs. I heard some crunching noises and, within seconds, Miss Maple had gulped it all down. Panic-stricken, I thrusted my hand in Miss Maple’s mouth to see if I could remove any remnants of the bone. But, there was nothing left to be found.
Dismayed and upset by the whole ordeal, we returned home—Miss Maple was happily wagging her tail while I hung my head low with guilt. I immediately called MM at work and replayed for him what had happened. Concern and worry swept over me. Miss Maple, on the other hand, had the widest grin I had ever seen displayed on her face.
I’ll be watching our munchkin very carefully these next few days, and monitoring her ‘by-products’. So far, so good. No signs of lethargy, distress, or unusual poop. I’m hoping Miss Maple’s digestive system will work its magic so that the bone will pass right through. In the meantime, it looks like we need a refresher course on the “drop it” and “leave it” commands. With enough practice, I’m hoping we’ll have better success next time!