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02.23.05 | Comment?

One of the many reasons why I love Chief so much is because he is not, contrary to what Joel and my Dad say, useless. In addition to being instant entertainment for small children and a wonderful all-around companion, my large breed dog is a veritable vacuum. Drop a morsel while cooking or eating? CHIEF! Sophie knocks her food bowl off its perch, scattering Kitten Chow all over the floor? CHIEF! He is quite the helper.

But you know how sometimes you’ll accidentally suck up something with the vacuum and you smell rubber and you have to take the thing apart and reposition the belt? And how sometimes your neighbors will toss gamy leftovers into the greenbelt instead of in the trash like civilized people, and then your dog happens by and can’t tear himself away before he eats every last delightful bit, despite the fact that you’re threatening his life if he doesn’t get away from it before you get to him? Yeah. You only think a 100-pound dog eats a lot until you see him throw up. Then you know.

Three infomercial-quality demonstrations of our steam cleaner later, with Joel as my willing audience, the carpet is saved.

Though Chief disobeyed my warnings, I can’t be too harsh with him; in addition to what is surely a sore tummy, his paw is wounded. Friday night he stepped on a rusty nail while playing ball, and it looks like tomorrow morning we will visit the vet. We have kept it as clean as possible for a dog, but it’s now red and tender – the poor dear. Wish us luck!

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