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March 8th, 2018 · 11 Comments · Uncategorized

The Zaxby’s Incident

Labor Day weekend, 2010. Seven years before Rocky left for the Bridge, there was … The Zaxby’s Incident.

College football season kicked off that Thursday night. And, like any college football fan, I decided to celebrate with wings and beer while I sat down in front of the TV. When the night was over, I placed the 10 wing bones back in the box, slipped the box back into the Zaxby’s bag and then placed the whole package inside my tall kitchen trash basket.

Wing bones and beer go well together

The next day was Friday, Sept. 3 (seven years to the day later is when Rocky would leave for the Bridge). At no point during the day did Rocky show any interest in the trash basket and its hidden treasure of wing bones. The thought that they could tempt him never crossed my mind (yes, I was foolish).

That evening, I headed out for dinner. I was gone a scant 45 minutes. But that was more than enough time for Rocky.

When I walked in the front door, there he was with the goofiest grin on his face. He looked like a child who had discovered his Christmas presents a week early.

I had no idea what he had gotten into, until I walked into the kitchen. There was the trash can, laid out on the floor like a Mike Tyson opponent. The trash bag pulled about a foot out of the basket; the Zaxby’s bag about a foot out of the trash bag; the open box about a foot away from the Zaxby’s bag.

There wasn’t so much as a fragment of bone to be found anywhere.

If you own a dog, you know a chicken bone is bad news. But how bad is 10? Frantically, I Googled. First issue is the dog can choke on the bone. OK, we avoided that one. Second issue is the chewed up bone fragments can become tiny daggers inside the dog’s digestive system. Yeah, that’s not good.

Rocky’s vet was already closed for the long holiday weekend. So I placed a call to the emergency vet. I explained to the operator what happened and pleaded for advice.

“I can’t advise you on whether you should bring your dog in or not,” she said. “You have to make that decision.”

Decision made: Into the car we went to head across town.

An hour, a couple of stomach X-rays and $90 later we learned that Rocky had chewed those bones so well they posted little threat to his digestive tract. Still, we played it safe and he ate Metamucil and bread the rest of the holiday weekend. Other than a little diarrhea, he suffered no ill effects. Still, he never would reveal whether the Metamucil/bread diet was worth his Friday night wing fest.

The Tenders Incident

We now fast forward seven years, six months and four days later. I rarely go to Zaxby’s anymore. Tenders, a local joint, has better wings. They also have grilled chicken tenders, a healthier option for me.

After feeding Baxter his Salmon flavored kibble, I headed to the Tenders drive-thru for my regular seven grilled tenders, side of bread and sweet tea.

He may look innocent here, but don’t be fooled.

I returned home with my feast and began eating. Two tenders in, I needed to take a quick bathroom break. So I put the box with the remaining five tenders up on the kitchen counter, close to the wall.

Ten minutes later, I emerged from the bathroom to find a piece of mail laying in front of the bathroom door. Conspicuously, it had a couple of Baxter-sized teeth marks. Strange, since I was sure I had left the mail laying on the kitchen counter.

I continued my trek toward the kitchen. As I made my to the hallway, I spied a yellowish styrofoam box laying upside down on the hallway floor. The box looked remarkably similar to the one that held my tenders. Coincidence? I picked it up. Empty.

As I continued, I saw the remains of a styrofoam cup laying past the hallway on the dining room floor. Ice cubes were scattered around the pieces of styrofoam.

I made my way into the kitchen. Spilled tea had pooled on the floor. The box that held my tenders? Gone. The cup that held my tea? Gone.

I marched into the living room. There was Baxter, laying in his favorite spot on the couch. His look wasn’t one of a kid at Christmas, but rather one that had just handed me a report card full of Fs.

“NO!”

He leapt off the couch and cringed toward the back door, tail firmly between his legs (literally).

Fortunately, the tenders were boneless. No trip to the emergency vet necessary. No punishment by Metamucil and bread. But I’d been had again. And this time it cost me my dinner.

 

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11 Comments so far ↓

  • midnighter94

    The only safe place I’ve found over the years has been inside the microwave. We used to have a cat who would jump up onto the counter, knock things off & then the dog would get it! What a team they made! lol
    Donna

  • teri

    Oh yes, never walk away from your dinner. Speaking from experience, the top of the refrigerator is good, as Donna suggested inside the microwave (if you have one). Isa was pretty good about not eating off my plate if I walked away. Trash and anything on the counter was fair game. Roxy – well everything is fair game. Top of the frig is my only hope. Trash has to be behind a latched door. Baby locks are a joke.
    I am glad Rocky survived the wings incident with no worse than metamucil!
    hugs
    Teri, the Roxinator and Angel Isa

  • otisandtess

    With Otis, I would have agreed with the “in the microwave” approach. Believe it or not, I can leave food anywhere – on counters, on the stove top, etc. – and Gator will not touch it!

    • Rocky's dad

      I eat a lot in front of the TV with my food within easy reach of Baxter (and Rocky before him). And they never tried to take anything. It’s kind of random that Rocky got into the wings and now Baxter into the tenders.

  • paws120

    David,
    I have tears in my eyes I am laughing so hard. Trying to hold it in (at work) so that they don’t think i am a total crazy woman, lol. I know the bones were scary and dangerous, but the way you wrote the story just made me belly laugh. These are the memories that we remember with a laugh and a deep sigh of relief for no harm no foul lol. Thank you for a great story with a happy ending 🙂
    Jackie

    • Rocky's dad

      It’s definitely funny now. I think about it any time I go to, or even just drive past, a Zaxby’s. Rocky with a belly full of wing bones. I’m still amazed that he ground them up so well with his teeth.

  • benny55

    OMD!!! TOO FUNNY!! And the similarities..WOW!!

    And yes, that sweet innocent face of Baxter makes me think you made up that story about the Tenders! 🙂 🙂 Surely that sweeeet face would NEVER do such a thing!!

    And Rocky…..hard to believe he ever did anything naughty ever too!

    Don’t worry Baxter and Rocky. We aren’t falling for it! We’re chalking this up to”Fake news” 🙂

  • benny55

    PS looooove the neer picture!

  • Doug

    I have a friend who’s lab pulled a frozen chicken off the counter and ate the whole thing

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