Don't Panic

So, we put Goo-Be-Gone on the dog tonight.  We're not proud of our decision and clearly didn't think it through.  It was just that he had some sort of gum-like substance ground in to his stomach and the more obvious mechanisms of ice, peanut butter, and dish soap didn't occur to us in our puppy-parent panic.

I don't have any photos of the whole ordeal, but just imagine me standing in a defensive position trying to keep Primo from moving.  That's right - I was trying to keep a nine-month-old Boxer puppy from moving while we applied some smelly, cold, foreign substance to a place on his body that I wouldn't allow him to see.  (When we make a bad decision, we really go all out.)  R was trying to limit exposure to the goo eliminator by spraying strategically, but Primo's sporadic bucking prevented any kind of accuracy.

What's even worse is that the very first command Preems ever learned in his puppy training class was settle and I didn't use it!  That command was especially designed for gum-on-the stomach situations and I completely blanked.  It's terrible.  Clearly we know who needs the training here.

In the end, we got whatever it was off of him and declared that tomorrow will be bath day.

Since I can't leave you with any photos of the incident, I'm going to share a link to the Boulder Humane Society because they have a sweet black female Boxer mix puppy up for adoption and I would bet anyone who reads this blog is just dying for a Boxer puppy of their own.  Just don't let her near any gum.

Click here to check her out.  If we had a bigger house, I would adopt her in a second.