Porter Pukes Up Plastic Bag

He's done it before and he'll probably do it again. At least this time I didn't have to take him to the emergency room. I don't know what it is with Porter and plastic bags--and I mean huge plastic bags. We've been getting our laundry done because, as Ben puts it, he just isn't very good at folding, and as for me, well, I don't really do laundry.

Anyway, the laundry ladies put the clean clothes inside a plastic bag before they put the load inside whatever other kind of laundry bag their client's own. Our latest batch was sitting on a chest on the bedroom one night when I had a friend over.

This friend comes over all the time, and she brings her dog Sophie with her. Unfortunately for Porter, Sophie loves Sadie and the two of them pretty much ignore the poor little guy. He'll occasionally be invited to play, but gets frustrated when, like the other night for instance, they won't let him in their inner circle.

Porter can't deal and so he resorts to either humping his bed, licking his paws, chasing his tail, barking at them, or, apparently, eating plastic bags.

I didn't even realize he ate the plastic bag until the next morning when I discovered that the bag was missing and then saw it in his poop. I thought it was going to come out in bits and pieces and was fine with that.

That night, while I was working, I heard a strange noise and turned around. Porter was hunched over my pillow and heaving. I instantly knew what he was about to do and ran to him but got there too late. Half the bag was hanging out of his mouth and he was just looking at me with wide, pathetic eyes. I reached in and pulled the other half out of his throat. Poor dog felt better after that!

As for my pillow, well, that's another story.