You probably don't know that Brian has a problem with the use of public bathrooms. It has nothing to do with them being clean it's just a "thing". One day at work I needed to use the restroom so I went home. I got to the duty room, took a seat and thought, well, while I'm here I may as well do something so I got my floss and started the task of proper dental hygene. I did my flossing and then it was time to wrap things up and go back to work. I stood up and looked for the dental floss that was now well used. I could not find it. I looked everywhere in the small toilet room and just could not find it so I went to work. About fifteen minutes later I started to experience a slight burning feeling "you know where". I went into my office as it became more uncomfortable. I looked down younder and found the missing mint string in my underwear. I pulled it out and hoped the burning would go away and it did in time.
That being said, a few days ago Steve and I had delicious steaks on the grill and after that it was time to floss again. I went and got the floss and sat next to the pool when the phone rang. Steve answered and handed the phone to me. I spoke to Nicole for a bit and then hung up. I had laid the floss across my lap and "it was gone". Having remained clothed by the pool for fear of a drone strike on my naked person, I just could not find the floss. As I looked to my left I saw Moe, head down chompping on something. Believe it or not, my first instinct was to go and smell Moe's breath. YIKES. I thought I'd smell mint. Not a chance. We took flashlights and looked everywnere. We looked in the pool, in the house, under the furniture, on the bed, you name it and nothing. I immediately called the doggie 911 and they told us dental floss is usually eaten by cats and occassionally bus owners but not dogs and we should bring him in. Having no clue where we are during the day, finding this place at night was a trick.
We got to the ER hospital and met with what I felt was a rude and crude so called dog nurse. We asked if they could use a scope to look and they said they don't have one. We asked if it could be seen on an xray and she said no, the only way to find it is to "CUT" him. I let that one go. She then went to speak to the doctor again and came back and said, and I quote, you can wait to see if he passes it otherwise take him to your vet and have them "CUT" him. I literally sat there trying to figure out a nice way to tell her to go to hell but iIkept my mouth shut.
They told us to wait 24-48 hours and see if he passed it. If not they'd have to "CUT" him. We were then told to give him bread as it's bulky and gets soggy and with some luck it would push the floss out. For those of you who don't know what The Villages is all about, everyone goes to bed at 9:00 PM and everything closes. It was about 10:00 and we could not find bread anywhere. Finally we found some. We gave Moe bread and then more bread the next day.
Thirty hours after the floss meal Steve took him out at 2:45 AM and came running into the house and said to a sleeping Brian, I think I found it. I got up and went outside to watch as Steve went through the "movement" with a screwdriver and held it up for me to see. We shined the light on it and tried to figure out if it was grass or floss. It was definately floss. Steve asked what we should do with it and I said we should start a scrap book! We decided on my second thought to "throw the dam thing over the wall that surrounds our house". Needless to say, we were so relieved. Having sugery on a six month old puppy is something we just didn't want to do.
The moral of this story is keep dental floos between your teeth and not between your legs.
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