This afternoon the tall person found De’s sock in the garden. It had been on an incredible journey. In fact, like Captain Kirk it boldly went on a mission into the unknown – not into outer space but into inner space, my inner space! What a tour that must have been.
I must admit, it did not volunteer for this hazardous mission nor did it jump in my mouth and make me swallow it. I found it on the lower rung of the bathroom towel radiator and ran off with it before De could stop me. The tall person caught me and stuck his hand in my mouth but by that time the sock had begun its very interesting journey into the inner me.
The tall person told me off and said I should not swallow socks because they could get stuck inside me. Hmm, I hadn’t thought of that. He also told me that if it did not come out ‘naturally’ I would have to see the vet who might need to operate to get it out. I didn’t like the sound of that.
Needless to say I had quite a nervous night and woke up several times in a cold sweat – actually I was relieved to find I was lying in spilt water from my water bowl.
Anyway, I am pleased to report that the intrepid travelling sock ‘touched down’ safely this afternoon, much to my relief!
The moral of this story is that some things are meant to pass through you, such as food, ‘air’ and water but anything else is not a good idea.
Remember, socks are like Sirens from Greek mythology. They look inviting but can seriously mess you up.
LOL!! OMG Bassa, this absolutely sent me rolling on the floor there! Good thing it came out, but don’t ever do it again, you hear!!
I have done it several times before Phoenix. De always puts socks high up to dry but I am so big now I can reach most things. I will try to resist!
I have never eaten a sock. Did it taste good at least? Thanks for the warning not to try eating one myself.
Don’t try it Lola. The sock was very ‘scenty’ 🙂
OHMYGOSH!! Same here – – laughing out loud! Soo.. now we know where our missing socks go! LOL!
The tall person told me that there is a delicious coffee that is made from beans that have passed through an animal called a Civet. I told De this but she still refused to take back the sock that had passed through me. People are very strange 🙂
You are incredible, Bassa – usually, only washing machines can do.^^
Thank you Puzzle but De is not convinced of my ‘cleaning’ abilities and the sock has been thrown away.
I too am guilty of engaging in such adventures. There have been some interesting things that have passed into my “inner space”
Bassa, I’ve eaten a lot of things but I’ve never tried a sock. I might have to try one of those sometime. -Bongo
Hmmmm …. I do not think that socks are really tasty. Neve (Ruger’s Angel sister) used to try to chew on them, but I don’t remember that any of the socks ever took a tour of her inner space.
Ruger rather prefers food to socks. But will make do with a piece of paper or cardboard if neccessary.
I have always been drawn to socks – I don’t know why. Perhaps the smell? 🙂
Ha! Funny! Thanks for the smile
Great Blog Bassa! Glad the sock came out okay. Whew! The collies want me to tell you that a neat trick to do is to eat all the fingers off gloves except the middle one and then drop it on the chair of the tall person! The collies are sometimes very naughty and how they learned this I do not know. But, I know they have done this several times…. I always laugh but sometimes I wonder if they mean it… LOL Great blog as usual! 🙂
The trick about eating fingers off gloves is very funny. I have never heard of such selective nibbling!