My mom’s Pekingese LUVS dirty underwear. Fortunately, she is too tiny to even attempt to eat a pair.

Edibles, T, edibles. Much more cost-effective. Bet you can even find them in liver & bacon.

Such fine, fine beasts.

And what’s not smart about eating underwear?

Humans.

So now we know the one thing that can keep Wembley from pooping. Maybe you could feed him smaller doses (Panty McNuggets) from time to time and see if that might regulate his elimination schedule so that you don’t have to get up at 4 a.m. all the time.

Also, too, my brother pointed out that for $1500 we could have just got another one, only smarter this time instead of pretty.

This is, of course, why the FSM invented brothers.

Of course, “smart” is in the eye of the beholder. And they look plenty smart to me. They also look like they’re planning something…

Sounds like Wembley needs a spanxing.

The pun was begging to be used.

Love the photo. Still life with bassets, by Rembrandt.

Look on the good side, Tbogg — at least the lovely Mrs. can’t say you brought this damned demon dog into the house. You have witnesses that she went herself to retrieve this little guy in the middle of the big blizzard etc. etc. etc.

So, I think the awesome Grandma Tbogg is right. Edibles.

Oh, my stars! He ate the panties – buy another smarter one – Grandma suggests edible panties -

I’m cracking up again reviewing the highlights…oops, left out the $1500 part…wheee.

Wow, coming over from Late Night where there was entirely too much talk about…you know…disappointment…really needed this. Teh funny (glad it wasn’t me). And a lovely picture, as always. Thx.

This is what happens when you throws your underwears around all willy nilly like when your having sax, in front of the children no less. Tsk Tsk Tsk

My semi-greyhound Max does not actually eat underwear. He does, however, steal it from the laundry hamper and prance through the living room. He’s honing his performance skills, hoping that one of these days the Queen and the Archbishop of Canterbury will drop by for tea. So far, his only audience has been ordinary neighbors.

1500 bux! I bet you make Mrs Bogg wear those knickers. Though not as bad as Ed @G & T with his rats with lung cancer. Also.

Our yellow lab eats socks. Athletic socks, the long ones. You haven’t lived until you’ve cleaned up a steaming pile of dog vomit with a sock wadded up in the middle of it. And it’s always my husband’s sock, and he’s always conveniently out of town when it resurfaces. Mama is not amused.

That is why I “go Commando”.

Regards,

Jonah Goldberg

Grandma Tbogg rules.

Our dachshunds have never dined on undies, although Ernie the emo dachshund has been known to take them from the laundry and snuggle with them.

And that is the closest that Jonah Goldberg will ever come to the title “commando”. Or any other military title or rank for that matter.

Has Wembley joined the Tea Party by any chance? I mean, Republicans in general are known pantysniffers, but actually eating them seems a little….extreme.

This sounds like very weird behaviour, to both me and to Arthur. Even when Arthur was a very young Dog he never ate anything that wasn’t meant to be et. He used to enjoy sucking on rocks occasionally, but not -eat- them.

Weird. Also, a tall hamper with a close-fitting top probably costs a lot less than $1500. Either put the underwear, or Wembley, in it.

Wow, someone digging around in the poor fellows gullet would explain why he looks a little contrite. An ongoing problem? Wow again. Maybe if the switch to granny pants were made then it would be too much a a meal for Wembley….

I do want to add that I wish more folks would go to the lengths you do to ensure the well being of your dogs. Much as I loved my guys I’m not able to drop that much on them if they had had something similar happen.

OK, so here’s the deal, and you will thank me for it: plastic wrap. Instead of leaving panties on the floor, leave some nice food remnants in large segments of plastic wrap. I had a dog that ate something like that and her poop came out nicely wrapped in plastic. So from now on your dog will eat plastic instead of panties and the poop schedule is no longer important because all poop is wrapped in plastic, Violins! Both problems solved!

Are there not vending machines in southern Southern California where pornstars’ panties may be purchased for a nominal fee? Sounds like the solution to me.

Cheaper than taking Wembley all the way to Japan to indulge his, uh, hobby.

I love your life.

Spending $1500 on a dog?

All my cat did was eat canteloupe seeds and rocks (!), which backed up against her rectum so she could not evacuate. I saw the goddamn X-ray! She had to be put under general anaesthesia so that her rectum could be lubed and opened and the rocks and seeds, plus a whole week’s worth of feces could be eased out. That was only $800.

See? Cats are cheaper AND grosser!

After that, we had to be careful never to leave canteloupe out. (She was quite batty about canteloupe, and would claw at our legs, mewing, while we cut one up.)

Omigawd! Reading the new comments! Hilarious..and also…eeewww.

I’m thinking the cleaning up of ordinary fuballs (been a few this week) is maybe not so bad. And cheaper. also.

Yes, but did Mrs. T have them on this time?

CCinNC:

We also had a yellow lab who was fond of tube socks. I swear I remember finding the unpleasant remains of a pooped-out sock while cleaning the back yard. Must ask my children for confirmation.

Tbogg, fergawdsakes, why does Wembley have such delicate girly innards? Spastic colon? Unless Mrs.Tbogg is rockin’ Mormon undies, Wembley should have no problem pooping ‘em out. That is just a damn shame.

Props to Grandma Tbogg, btw.

the pic makes me think of the impossibly gorgeous Martin Potter and Hiram Keller in Fellini Satyricon

hey, you have your flashbacks, I have mine

and the L&T is correct, Grandma is teh awesome

It is important to note that it looks like Mrs. TBogg is in the picture above, petting the dogs, rather than strangling Wembley, so I suppose that is a good sign.

Our youngest cat, it should be noted, has eaten underwear, but his tastes ran to the shoulder straps of my sports bra. He also has eaten the elastic tops off of Mr. Votus’s heavy thermal socks, as well as about 4 feet of shoelace, and he ate half the tassels off a sink skirt. All clothing and shoes are now placed in the closet, away from inquiring cat mouths. This is what happens when you grow up on the street for the first 6 months of your life and will eat anything to survive, before you get rescued and taken to an animal shelter. Although those days are long behind him and he now gets four(!) regular meals a day, he has never forgotten feeling hungry, even though he is so plump now that he has a bubble butt.

Maybe Wembley just feels hungry.

I, too just spent $1500 on my dog. Mine was for bladder stones. So now he’s peeing all over the place, drug-addled and bloody. Merry Christmas, indeed.

Funny as hell. And, though it was suggested facetiously above, I really do recommend going sans panties. It’s very liberating (and nothing for Wembley to eat). As always, boys are gorgeous.

MNGUS, ouch. Sorry about your boy.

Chester, the Rhodesian Ridgeback we fostered (aliva sholom, may he rest in peace), would routinely eat underwear–and not just women’s. The second time my daughter didn’t heed our warning and the predictable happened. Chester threw up three (3) pairs of thongs. When my wife told my daughter, the young lady asked, “Was it the black lace ones?” We left them in a Ralphs (how appropriate) bag on her bed, to go through them when she got back.

Was that an oh-so-subtle “Christmas Vacation” ref there at the end?

Worst dog ingesting things story I heard was a fellow whose Doberman ate a trash bag. The man used his knees to grip the dog and pulled(from the exit part of the dog). Suffice it to say the poor dog made some Yeowch! noises but did make it through the ordeal.

Oh, sweet Jeebus!

ya do what ya got to do.

Next time tho………….

as usual the best advice comes from our elders. lol.

BTW, $1500 on a dog? I’ll see that and raise you: Just spent $1700 on ACL knee surgery for my rescue dachsobeagle Sam. He’s getting along nicely, thank you. He’s very proud of being the world’s most expensive former street mutt.

My Basset doesn’t eat underwear, but he does like to eat things that are not normal. Use your imagination. Yogi looks a lot like the tri-color in the photo…they could be siblings. Nothing like a Basset Hound to cure the blues, and make life interesting. :)

We were going to spend $5000 on back surgery for Kona (our first Basset), but we were told after the $1500 CT scan that the damage was too extensive, and we had to put him down. Believe me, we would rather have spent the money.

None of my Bassets have eaten underwear, but our much beloved Maui ate some pretty odd things, the worst being (WARNING: MAJOR EWWWW ALERT!!) a used menstrual pad. We took him to the vet, and he pooped it out there over the next several days, at great expense. Maggie, one of our current Bassets, is a major panty-sniffer. I haven’t asked her about her political affiliations, however; if she told me she was a Republican, I’d have to make her leave.

It may be true that “Wembley is just hungry,” but he was born into the lap of luxury, so it isn’t that he developed any kind of street smart survival skills from having to rummage in garbage to live.

I think he’s just a smartass adolescent punk. And perhaps the FSM sent him to Tbogg’s to accelerate Fenway’s developing into a wonderful, thoughtful boy. Yeah, Wembley is a friggin’ guardian angel.

I’m thinking that a laundry hamper might be a bonus.

Sometimes the lids lock. Sometimes you use a laundry bag that hangs on the bathroom door where they can’t get it.

Obviously, your current method of storing dirty clothes isn’t working. Time to try something else…

We used to have a dog when my sister and I were teenagers and dating.
Nope, wouldn’t bring down our slippers from upstairs, just under wear.
He would get them out of opened dresser drawers or the hamper. It was so embarrassing especially on a first date.

I miss him. But not the embarrassment that went with date night!

This is why I love my country vet! Our other basset, Turbo, ate his braided rope ball. xrays and surgery to open up his small intestine plus pain pills and antibiotics for a total cost of $540.00 And the day after we brought him home I took a bic lighter out of his mouth. Magoo hasn’t been too much of a problem for eating things he shouldn’t, other than a rock or mulch I have to dig out of his mouth. But, our Wilson, (R.I.P. 7/12/10) would throw up socks and panties every once in a while. They are such goats!