TANK

Our friends, the Hurdles, have a lab named Tank who is not the smartest dog in the litter. He's the one they watch attack the sprinklers for hours on end. Of course, Don and Cherylynn watch him perform this task, so I don't know what that says about them. I am not here to debate about the "smartness" in the family. I want to share a story about Tank.

Cherylynn noticed that Tank had been feeling poorly. You know, just not behaving like Tank normally does. A few days pass and suddenly Tank perks up and has regained his usual curious demeanor. The Hurdles are once again happy.

As they clean up dog poop in the back yard, those of us with dogs know how much fun that is, Cherylynn finds an unusual pile of Tank vomit. That's right vomit. Dog people know the difference between poop and vomit. This was vomit. Not only was it vomit, it was an unusual amount of vomit and strangely familiar.

Seems our friend Tank had got into Nathan's closet and gobbled up a whole bag of Easter grass. This is very harmful to dogs. In fact, if not caught in time can cause death. Tank took the high road and avoided a very expensive visit to the vet.

Tank should be a Roderick.