Hunting Dogs photo

See that sock in the photo above? The one that looks like it was attacked by a small, rabid shark. Well, that’s my sock after Pritchard got a hold of it this weekend. The attack lasted, to the best of my knowledge, no more than 5 minutes. When I caught her in the act, she looked up with a few white threads dangling from her mouth. “Who me?”

As most of you know, many dogs eat socks and, as any Vet will tell you, an inordinate amount of women’s underwear. But soft fabrics can cause devastating effects in a dog’s bowels, mainly blockage. I’ve heard that sometimes a Vet will suggest giving a dog a bit of hydrogen peroxide to induce vomiting. This hopefully removes the object before it travels into the intestines.

I discussed the situation with my wife, and we decided that we would watch the dog closely and take her to the Vet at the first sign of distress. The following morning after the sock attack we were running Pritch on the beach when she took her typical morning constitution. I’d be lying if I told you I wasn’t hoping for a sock deposit. But a few minutes later my hopes were realized when Pritch squatted again–and started straining.

Of course, being a good dog dad I got down on my knees and checked the situation out. The good news: I saw part of the sock. The bad news: the rest was inside of her. So after watching my pup strain some more I decided to lend her a hand…literally. (Photo evidence below.) Yes, I reached down and gave the sock-turd a gentle (very, very gentle) tug, and out it slid.


My dog gave a giant butt wiggle and went running off down the beach as happy as a clam, giving me time to contemplate the situation. I looked up at my wife, who didn’t have to say anything because I knew what she was thinking: That’s what you get for leaving your socks on the floor.