Meet Bailey the golden
retriever who ate four gloves,
a mitten, a stocking
and NINE socks but lived
to wag his tail
By Daily Mail Reporter
Remeber the 'HOOVER'? Aka our Golden Retriever Bella? She stole my heart from the moment I laid eyes upon her as a wee little bulge in her mommy's tummy! And has been stealing my socks from the moment I brought her home. The breeder....... I chose her very carefully amongst many golden breeders in our area. I can still remember writing out that deposit cheque and thinking... wth...? I have to give this woman a 'deposit?' for a dog that isn't even born? wow... was not the only word that came to mind. I researched long and hard before determining a Golden was the dog for us.... Dman had a dog prior to Hoover... that was.... shall we say.... a tad unpredictable... to the point that I did not want him anywhere my nieces and nephew... he would eventually bite one... nuff said.... it was awful.... he was not a kid friendly dog.... and I was determined to have a wonderful family dog... but most importantly a child friendly dog...
Over all finding and purchasing Hoover was a wonderful experience. This breeder kept the buyers of these soon to be born pups apprised of every ultrasound, the birth, sent us photos... the whole nine yards... I got to go visit... it was like adopting a child in some ways... I was screened, had to sign a very detailed contract... all very legal and lengthy. 8 years ago this past May 23rd my pooch was born. Nowhere in the brochure was there any mention that this dog would go on to eat drywall (directly from the wall), peel up linolium, and eat as many pairs of underwear and socks she could get her chops on..... I know this... I was the poop scooper.... and more than one or two times I did in fact find some missing favorites on the lawn... if you know what I mean.....
A few weeks back she stopped eating and wouldn't even look at her food.... we were sure she had some articles of clothing stashed in that tummy of hers.... and then miraculously one day I was folding laundry... far from her slobbery sock obsessed self... and she started to make that gag sound... if you have a dog I'm sure you know it... then shizam! a nice bile covered sock appeared on the carpet... yum.... so being the dutiful owner I am... I raced to scoop it away from her before she re ingested it... yes she does this.... BLEH... Well, MrMan walked in during the cufuffle and was visibly disturbed by the whole ordeal (insert MrMan dry heaving). He's sure Hoover has some mental deficiencies (which may very well be the case) but I have chalked it up over the years... to her breed... google it... "Golden Retriever" + "eating socks" and you will find a plethera of information... I kid you not.... So off to the vets she went... to have her tummy x-rayed... then onto to a vet induced vomitting session... she puked up a handfull of pineapple and a large wad of hair (human)... I know ick right.... So Mr. Man has become the sock nazi in our house.... all doors closed at all times... little does he know... the Hoover has magical ways of coming upon socks... I'm sure she has a secret stash somewhere.... and you can be sure that the one time you are carting you laundry up the stairs and sock escapes from the basket.... the Hoover will be there to suck it back.. like a child with a chocolate cookie.... There haven't been any incidents lately.... but I know I have not seen the last of the biled covered upchucked sock....
Over all finding and purchasing Hoover was a wonderful experience. This breeder kept the buyers of these soon to be born pups apprised of every ultrasound, the birth, sent us photos... the whole nine yards... I got to go visit... it was like adopting a child in some ways... I was screened, had to sign a very detailed contract... all very legal and lengthy. 8 years ago this past May 23rd my pooch was born. Nowhere in the brochure was there any mention that this dog would go on to eat drywall (directly from the wall), peel up linolium, and eat as many pairs of underwear and socks she could get her chops on..... I know this... I was the poop scooper.... and more than one or two times I did in fact find some missing favorites on the lawn... if you know what I mean.....
A few weeks back she stopped eating and wouldn't even look at her food.... we were sure she had some articles of clothing stashed in that tummy of hers.... and then miraculously one day I was folding laundry... far from her slobbery sock obsessed self... and she started to make that gag sound... if you have a dog I'm sure you know it... then shizam! a nice bile covered sock appeared on the carpet... yum.... so being the dutiful owner I am... I raced to scoop it away from her before she re ingested it... yes she does this.... BLEH... Well, MrMan walked in during the cufuffle and was visibly disturbed by the whole ordeal (insert MrMan dry heaving). He's sure Hoover has some mental deficiencies (which may very well be the case) but I have chalked it up over the years... to her breed... google it... "Golden Retriever" + "eating socks" and you will find a plethera of information... I kid you not.... So off to the vets she went... to have her tummy x-rayed... then onto to a vet induced vomitting session... she puked up a handfull of pineapple and a large wad of hair (human)... I know ick right.... So Mr. Man has become the sock nazi in our house.... all doors closed at all times... little does he know... the Hoover has magical ways of coming upon socks... I'm sure she has a secret stash somewhere.... and you can be sure that the one time you are carting you laundry up the stairs and sock escapes from the basket.... the Hoover will be there to suck it back.. like a child with a chocolate cookie.... There haven't been any incidents lately.... but I know I have not seen the last of the biled covered upchucked sock....
Well I'm glad your pup is recovering. Good luck! Makes you wonder about all the expensive, gourmet dog food and question, "why?", when they really prefer cotton.
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