Roh-roh. That’s not a Scooby Snack.

Yesterday I heard a story on the radio about a Great Dane who had gotten very sick. The owners thought that he had eaten something strange, and so took him to the vet, who performed exploratory surgery. The vet found in the dog’s stomach 43 socks. Happily, the dog is on the mend and is expected to make a full recovery, although one would hope that the owners will find a way to lock up the dirty laundry.

This image stayed with me all day, the image of a Scooby-Doo-like Great Dane furtively sneaking into the laundry bin and munching down every sock he could find. It was sort of like when Homer Simpson was caught on tape eating tulips. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Although, when I told Jake, he was not amused. “Who has 43 socks lying around?” he demanded. “Why did they keep buying new socks?” He has a point. One would think one would notice 43 missing socks, although who knows how long it took to eat so many. Or perhaps they had a very large family with lots of stray socks, but in any case Jake’s question did add a new angle to it. And a little child shall teach us.

Speaking of the little children, yesterday Mark applied to be a school patroller, and if that wasn’t “sunrise, sunset” enough, today Jake got his first phone call from a girl. So it begins!

Also beginning: the countdown to Christmas, apparently. I picked up my copy of the Sears Wish Book and I cannot wait to open it. I’ve been saving it for just the right moment, which I suspect is coming very soon, given that it’s Friday and I have a glass of wine in my hand. Expect many Sears Wish Book posts to come, dear reader.

One might think that I’m a little premature with the countdown to Christmas, but I might as well resign myself to the fact that winter is coming because next week’s forecast calls for snow. Snow! I thought I could hold off another week without buying Mark winter boots – his old ones fit Jake – but no, that cannot be. Today I took the boys to get boots, and I discovered that Mark is now in the last possible children’s size. Next year, it will be MEN’s boots. I will be shopping in the men’s section for him. I need offer no further comment.

Thank you to all who played along with my book game. I haven’t done a giveaway in a while so I decided to draw not one, not two, but three names: StephLove, smothermother, and Valerie Dunsmore – you are all winners! Your prizes will be sent to you as soon as possible (but probably not until later next week).

Happy Friday everyone! I’m throwing a baby shower tomorrow – a baby is in my circle! – and so I’ll be doing lots of baby snuggling and eating, which is a pretty nice way to spend a Saturday, don’t you think? xo


  1. I was thinking “how did I miss the book game?” and then I looked at the post and remembered that I could only remember quotes that were dirty or really bizarre, so I meant to go back when I remembered some that were more respectable. And then not only did I forget, but I forgot that I had forgotten. If I had a dog, we could all be going around barefoot in January before I’d realize anything was gone. Sigh.

  2. I had the same thought about the socks. How could you not miss 43? And was it a “what’s the homework?” call or a “let’s go to the movies” call? Because homework help totally doesn’t count. And I know because that’s the only kind of call from a girl my 13 year old has ever received. A “let’s just chat aimlessly” call would count, too, though.

  3. Heather Hultgren says

    I just tried to order an adorable Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle toque and neck warmer for my 4 year old nephew, from the Wish Book. It was SOLD OUT. On Sept. 4th. Who knew they would be so popular? I was a little ticked, to be honest. How fast on the draw does one have to be to have Wish Book success?However, I just found the same item on their online store. Successfully ordered, I am surprised at how happy I am. A cute and practical gift, that I’m pretty sure he will love. Love the Wish Book, but for a moment it had me feeling like I did when I went to register my kids for gymnastics two days after registration opened. Failure as a Mom. I can just imagine that those Frozen Pajamas advertised in there will be sold out too.

  4. My first question on reading the Great Dane story was also “how did the family not miss 43 socks?” Socks disappear here all the time but I go looking for them, because I’ll be damned if I’m going to replace 43 socks. FORTY-THREE. How stunned do you have to be to let it get to that point? OY.

    I figure it’s safe to share this here… my new neighbours have two dogs, a boxer and a rottweiler. Their names are, and I am not kidding, Daisy & Duke. There’s your chuckle for the day. 🙂

  5. smothermother says

    i won! i won! good thing Allison forgot or i would have been toast. 🙂

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