PUBLISHED: 15:31 EST, 29 December 2015 | UPDATED: 19:44 EST, 29 December 2015
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A six-month-old Pennsylvania puppy is getting back to his bouncy self after two plastic squeaky toys were removed from his stomach.
Doctors at Veterinary Specialty & Emergency Center in Levittown said the only sign that young Jasper was having problems was he couldn't keep food down.
He otherwise seemed energetically normal.
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A six-month-old puppy, Jasper, is getting back to his bouncy self after getting toys removed from his tummy
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These two plastic toys were removed from the pup's stomach at the Veterinary Specialty & Emergency Center
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Doctors said an X-ray (above) showed the balls were taking up most of the space in the Cane Corso's stomach
They said X-rays showed the two balls were taking up most of the space in the Cane Corso's stomach.
Dr. Scott Joudrey, who surgically removed the red-and-green balls on Saturday, said 'dogs eat crazy things'.
In the last year, the suburban Philadelphia practice treated a bulldog named Elvis that ate three pacifiers and a mixed-breed dog that scarfed down a pair of calf-high boots.
Jasper's owner, Michael Ehrlich, of Philadelphia, said he thinks the dog swallowed the toys weeks ago.
Sonny can't have any soft toys, especially the squeaky ones. He will work relentlessly to get the squeak. Many a morning I have spent pulling remnants of chew toys out of his butt.
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Monster gets supervised playtime with certain toys.
He would eat power cords.
You'd try to turn a lamp on and find the cord was chewed into with the plug still in the outlet.
It's a real wonder he didn't kill himself.
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Sonny can't have any soft toys, especially the squeaky ones. He will work relentlessly to get the squeak. Many a morning I have spent pulling remnants of chew toys out of his butt.
Exactly!
Our oldest Dachshund had so much fun with them...the living room floor looked like it was covered with snow. But I realized that, one of these times, I would not find the squeaker before he swallowed it & I stopped buying them.
We have found ONE type of hard rubber bone that is fairly safe.
When Layla was little she ate one of DN's $200 boots. DN cried.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
She does. Layla pooped blood for awhile after that. They told us the tanning chemicals in the leather is what makes them poop blood. Sheesh, that dog has eaten more stuff. She's eaten three dog crates. Yes, the whole crate. She's eaten window screens, a Bose surround sound speaker, and numerous other things. We have found that if we leave the back door open for her to go in and out she is fine. The first thing we are going to install when we buy our own house is a doggie door.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
She does. Layla pooped blood for awhile after that. They told us the tanning chemicals in the leather is what makes them poop blood. Sheesh, that dog has eaten more stuff. She's eaten three dog crates. Yes, the whole crate. She's eaten window screens, a Bose surround sound speaker, and numerous other things. We have found that if we leave the back door open for her to go in and out she is fine. The first thing we are going to install when we buy our own house is a doggie door.
If I remember correctly, most dogs out grow the chewing stage once they hit around 2 years old.
She's got to be getting close to that, right?
Now that I think back on it, when Jupiter was younger, she nibbled some drywall in the family room.
And chewed a couple of corners off the coffee table, in the family room.
But, now that she's older, she hasn't done anything like that. I think she's out of that phase.
Yes, it's around two. And I've been told that for pits and pit mixes it can be a little bit longer. They're both nearing three. They'll be three this summer. Layla no longer chews but Carlee will. The vet says because she was starved for so long she may never lose that instinct that says eat. She even chipped a few teeth because she ate rocks when she was a stray.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Every one of our dogs eat all the fluff out of stuff too. We stopped giving them those toys.
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Yep. Hemi would tear them up and leave the fluff all over. He never ate it. He just shredded it. But once we got the pups they would shred and eat. So we just quit getting them. Now we just buy dog approved toys. Tennis balls, Kong balls, and the hard plastic chew bones.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Yep. Hemi would tear them up and leave the fluff all over. He never ate it. He just shredded it. But once we got the pups they would shred and eat. So we just quit getting them. Now we just buy dog approved toys. Tennis balls, Kong balls, and the hard plastic chew bones.
Better safe than sorry, NJN.
Jupiter unstuffed a couple of pillows, back in the day. But she didn't eat the fluff either. It just made a mess.
And thankfully, she hasn't done that in quite a while.
Kong makes great dog toys. Expensive, but worth it.
We get Nylabones for Jupiter, and they last for a while, too.
She won't chase a ball. Lazy doggy!
But, she loves a good game of tug of war, with a rope.
I can't play it with her. She can pull me right off my feet.
Now, my BFF's dog, Karma, a lab-pit mix is really smart.
She figured out how to open the fridge and ate an entire Thanksgiving turkey. Talk about sick!
Another time, she opened the fridge, took out a dozen eggs, very gently, and put them in a circle around her doggie bed. Didn't break a single one.
I wonder what the thought process behind that one was.
Now, my BFF's dog, Karma, a lab-pit mix is really smart. She figured out how to open the fridge and ate an entire Thanksgiving turkey. Talk about sick! Another time, she opened the fridge, took out a dozen eggs, very gently, and put them in a circle around her doggie bed. Didn't break a single one. I wonder what the thought process behind that one was.
Yep. Hemi would tear them up and leave the fluff all over. He never ate it. He just shredded it. But once we got the pups they would shred and eat. So we just quit getting them. Now we just buy dog approved toys. Tennis balls, Kong balls, and the hard plastic chew bones.
Better safe than sorry, NJN.
Jupiter unstuffed a couple of pillows, back in the day. But she didn't eat the fluff either. It just made a mess.
And thankfully, she hasn't done that in quite a while.
Kong makes great dog toys. Expensive, but worth it.
We get Nylabones for Jupiter, and they last for a while, too.
She won't chase a ball. Lazy doggy!
But, she loves a good game of tug of war, with a rope.
I can't play it with her. She can pull me right off my feet.
DH won't let us play tug of war with the pups. He says it teaches them it's a game and it's fun. He says then what can happen is they can see a child's scarf or something whip by and they grab onto it mistakenly thinking it's a game. That's when kids get hurt. Not sure if that's a true theory or not but it does kind of make sense so we don't do it.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Yep. Hemi would tear them up and leave the fluff all over. He never ate it. He just shredded it. But once we got the pups they would shred and eat. So we just quit getting them. Now we just buy dog approved toys. Tennis balls, Kong balls, and the hard plastic chew bones.
Better safe than sorry, NJN.
Jupiter unstuffed a couple of pillows, back in the day. But she didn't eat the fluff either. It just made a mess.
And thankfully, she hasn't done that in quite a while.
Kong makes great dog toys. Expensive, but worth it.
We get Nylabones for Jupiter, and they last for a while, too.
She won't chase a ball. Lazy doggy!
But, she loves a good game of tug of war, with a rope.
I can't play it with her. She can pull me right off my feet.
DH won't let us play tug of war with the pups. He says it teaches them it's a game and it's fun. He says then what can happen is they can see a child's scarf or something whip by and they grab onto it mistakenly thinking it's a game. That's when kids get hurt. Not sure if that's a true theory or not but it does kind of make sense so we don't do it.
I think he's overly cautious, NJN. Not that it couldn't happen.
But, I've never heard of anything like that happening.
Jupiter will bring Wayne the rope. And lay it on his lap.
That's her way of asking to play. (They only play tug in the backyard. Never inside the house.)
If she brings it to me, I just say, "No thank you." And she doesn't press the issue. She'll wait for Dad to get home.
Isaiah (RIP) once stole my jalapeno mac and cheese. That was the very last time he ever stole my food.
Worse than him though was a cat (Oscar) and a rat (Ben) I had in high school. They would work together to steal food. Ben would steal food right out of your mouth and take it to Oscar then they'd share it. Once, Ben snatched a fried chicken breast off my mom's plate and took off. Him and Oscar huddled up in a corner and shared it. Oscar would hiss at anyone who came close to try to grab it back.
Isaiah (RIP) once stole my jalapeno mac and cheese. That was the very last time he ever stole my food.
Worse than him though was a cat (Oscar) and a rat (Ben) I had in high school. They would work together to steal food. Ben would steal food right out of your mouth and take it to Oscar then they'd share it. Once, Ben snatched a fried chicken breast off my mom's plate and took off. Him and Oscar huddled up in a corner and shared it. Oscar would hiss at anyone who came close to try to grab it back.
LOL! That mac and cheese burned him twice, no doubt!
Isaiah (RIP) once stole my jalapeno mac and cheese. That was the very last time he ever stole my food.
Worse than him though was a cat (Oscar) and a rat (Ben) I had in high school. They would work together to steal food. Ben would steal food right out of your mouth and take it to Oscar then they'd share it. Once, Ben snatched a fried chicken breast off my mom's plate and took off. Him and Oscar huddled up in a corner and shared it. Oscar would hiss at anyone who came close to try to grab it back.
LOL! That mac and cheese burned him twice, no doubt!
Ben and Oscar sound like they were a dynamic duo!
Or, should that be, demonic?!
How funny!
Oh it was hilarious! I'm not sure if it bothered him going in but he howled something fierce when it came out about 20 minutes after he ate it. He spent the rest of the night whimpering at his rear end.
Demonic would be a good word for Ben and Oscar. They were quite the thieving pair.
Aksel hasn't eaten anything he wasn't supposed to and hasn't chewed anything up that he wasn't supposed to. The one exception is doggie beds. He thinks they are just a big fluffy toy and he destroys them instead of sleeping in them. We gave him some blankets of his own instead - he leaves them alone. He isn't even 2 yet. He destroys squeaky toys in seconds. He is a rat terrier so it's a breed trait to seek and destroy. Lol. He won't rest until he pulls all the stuffing out.
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Isaiah (RIP) once stole my jalapeno mac and cheese. That was the very last time he ever stole my food.
Worse than him though was a cat (Oscar) and a rat (Ben) I had in high school. They would work together to steal food. Ben would steal food right out of your mouth and take it to Oscar then they'd share it. Once, Ben snatched a fried chicken breast off my mom's plate and took off. Him and Oscar huddled up in a corner and shared it. Oscar would hiss at anyone who came close to try to grab it back.
I had pet rats that would work in tandem. One would distract me while the other one stole food off my plate.
I'd come back to dinner, only to see a smear of grease from where the chicken livers used to be, to their cage, where they shared the spoils.
Aksel hasn't eaten anything he wasn't supposed to and hasn't chewed anything up that he wasn't supposed to. The one exception is doggie beds. He thinks they are just a big fluffy toy and he destroys them instead of sleeping in them. We gave him some blankets of his own instead - he leaves them alone. He isn't even 2 yet. He destroys squeaky toys in seconds. He is a rat terrier so it's a breed trait to seek and destroy. Lol. He won't rest until he pulls all the stuffing out.
Once, when we first got Layla, I left her in the living room on her bed. The bed was tan. Our furniture is dark brown. I woke up the next morning to find dark brown fluff strewn from one end of my house to the other. I immediately thought my furniture was gone. Turns out the stuff from the dog bed was also dark brown.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Aksel hasn't eaten anything he wasn't supposed to and hasn't chewed anything up that he wasn't supposed to. The one exception is doggie beds. He thinks they are just a big fluffy toy and he destroys them instead of sleeping in them. We gave him some blankets of his own instead - he leaves them alone. He isn't even 2 yet. He destroys squeaky toys in seconds. He is a rat terrier so it's a breed trait to seek and destroy. Lol. He won't rest until he pulls all the stuffing out.
Once, when we first got Layla, I left her in the living room on her bed. The bed was tan. Our furniture is dark brown. I woke up the next morning to find dark brown fluff strewn from one end of my house to the other. I immediately thought my furniture was gone. Turns out the stuff from the dog bed was also dark brown.
Hahaha!!! I would have freaked out!!!
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Out of all the lies I have told, "just kidding" is my favorite !
Aksel hasn't eaten anything he wasn't supposed to and hasn't chewed anything up that he wasn't supposed to. The one exception is doggie beds. He thinks they are just a big fluffy toy and he destroys them instead of sleeping in them. We gave him some blankets of his own instead - he leaves them alone. He isn't even 2 yet. He destroys squeaky toys in seconds. He is a rat terrier so it's a breed trait to seek and destroy. Lol. He won't rest until he pulls all the stuffing out.
Once, when we first got Layla, I left her in the living room on her bed. The bed was tan. Our furniture is dark brown. I woke up the next morning to find dark brown fluff strewn from one end of my house to the other. I immediately thought my furniture was gone. Turns out the stuff from the dog bed was also dark brown.
Hahaha!!! I would have freaked out!!!
Oh, I did. Seriously did. For a minute. Or at least until I realized my furniture was okay.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Aksel hasn't eaten anything he wasn't supposed to and hasn't chewed anything up that he wasn't supposed to. The one exception is doggie beds. He thinks they are just a big fluffy toy and he destroys them instead of sleeping in them. We gave him some blankets of his own instead - he leaves them alone. He isn't even 2 yet. He destroys squeaky toys in seconds. He is a rat terrier so it's a breed trait to seek and destroy. Lol. He won't rest until he pulls all the stuffing out.
Once, when we first got Layla, I left her in the living room on her bed. The bed was tan. Our furniture is dark brown. I woke up the next morning to find dark brown fluff strewn from one end of my house to the other. I immediately thought my furniture was gone. Turns out the stuff from the dog bed was also dark brown.
Hahaha!!! I would have freaked out!!!
Oh, I did. Seriously did. For a minute. Or at least until I realized my furniture was okay.
Have you guys ever seen that show, "Bad Dog", on Animal Planet?
Some of those dogs, did thousands of dollars worth of damage.
I love our animals. And, thankfully, they have never ripped apart a leather sectional. Or chewed through a bunch of carpeting, etc.
I really wonder, what I would do....if we had a pet who was that destructive.
I saw the episode of Cesar Milan where the Great Danes ate their owners sofa and were sitting inside the frame. Turns out they weren't exercising the animals near enough.
I am thankful I never faced that situation. I don't think the dog would be around to tell the tale if it happened.
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I saw the episode of Cesar Milan where the Great Danes ate their owners sofa and were sitting inside the frame. Turns out they weren't exercising the animals near enough.
I am thankful I never faced that situation. I don't think the dog would be around to tell the tale if it happened.
Well MM, the saying I heard was, "A tired dog, means a happy owner."
Wayne walks Jupiter at least twice a day. More often, in good weather.
I'm sure that exercising them, is a big part of it.
Having an animal, with the same type of energy level as the family, would also help. I would think.
I just wonder where they come up with the stories for their programs.
I have never met anyone, in person, who had a dog that destructive.
And even though our little prince is only 7lbs, he gets walked twice a day around the big circle here. At least one of those times he goes off leash and chases birds, squirrels, etc and has a great time following his nose. When there are games to watch in the spring and fall we take him with us. The kids love him and make a big fuss over him. But yeah, we try to tire him out on purpose. When he is tired, he is happy! And so are we.
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Layla chewed through the blinds. When we first got her she chewed through EVERYTHING. Now we've adjusted. Locking her out of our bedroom at night made her go nuts. We have to let her sleep on our bed or she freaks. Her only bad habit now is when she gets really excited she pees. If DH and I have been gone awhile she will pee when we get home. And every time DN comes over she does it too.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Layla chewed through the blinds. When we first got her she chewed through EVERYTHING. Now we've adjusted. Locking her out of our bedroom at night made her go nuts. We have to let her sleep on our bed or she freaks. Her only bad habit now is when she gets really excited she pees. If DH and I have been gone awhile she will pee when we get home. And every time DN comes over she does it too.
That seems a little odd, NJN. Have you asked the Vet about it?
Um, this is Layla. She is the very definition of high strung. She doesn't like to be let alone. She will not stay in a crate. She cannot stand to be out of our sight. She's a good dog. Don't get me wrong here. But yes, she is very high strung.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Um, this is Layla. She is the very definition of high strung. She doesn't like to be let alone. She will not stay in a crate. She cannot stand to be out of our sight. She's a good dog. Don't get me wrong here. But yes, she is very high strung.
Oh, roger that.
I get her, and Carlee confused.
Layla is the black one, and Carlee is the brown one.
Yep. Layla is black. Carlee is brown. It's easy to get them confused. Carlee is the lovey dovey one. She thinks every 68 pounds of her is a lap dog.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Layla chewed through the blinds. When we first got her she chewed through EVERYTHING. Now we've adjusted. Locking her out of our bedroom at night made her go nuts. We have to let her sleep on our bed or she freaks. Her only bad habit now is when she gets really excited she pees. If DH and I have been gone awhile she will pee when we get home. And every time DN comes over she does it too.
That seems a little odd, NJN. Have you asked the Vet about it?
I thought that was something that puppies did.
Or, little, high strung dogs.
I didn't think bigger dogs, did that.
I know quite a few dogs who do that. Bigger dogs. My mom's spaniel did that. She was always so happy to see me, that she literally couldn't contain herself.
Aksel hasn't eaten anything he wasn't supposed to and hasn't chewed anything up that he wasn't supposed to. The one exception is doggie beds. He thinks they are just a big fluffy toy and he destroys them instead of sleeping in them. We gave him some blankets of his own instead - he leaves them alone. He isn't even 2 yet. He destroys squeaky toys in seconds. He is a rat terrier so it's a breed trait to seek and destroy. Lol. He won't rest until he pulls all the stuffing out.
Once, when we first got Layla, I left her in the living room on her bed. The bed was tan. Our furniture is dark brown. I woke up the next morning to find dark brown fluff strewn from one end of my house to the other. I immediately thought my furniture was gone. Turns out the stuff from the dog bed was also dark brown.
Hahaha!!! I would have freaked out!!!
Oh, I did. Seriously did. For a minute. Or at least until I realized my furniture was okay.
Have you guys ever seen that show, "Bad Dog", on Animal Planet?
Some of those dogs, did thousands of dollars worth of damage.
I love our animals. And, thankfully, they have never ripped apart a leather sectional. Or chewed through a bunch of carpeting, etc.
I really wonder, what I would do....if we had a pet who was that destructive.
I would be so sad. That's for sure.
Sushi the Destroyer is a twenty pound Tonkinese cat. He's not overweight, just really big and muscular.
First he clawed all the upholstery off the couch. Then demolished the stuffing. Now it's down to the bare wood frame. I certainly can't buy a new couch, as he'll do the same thing.
He has scratching posts but chooses not to use them.