hank raze i don't know how you can have your heart torn out by a cat you never knew with floppy ears, a host of health problems, and a face like an unending hug. but here we are. 230417 ... ovenbird is the name of my next door neighbour’s dog. Hank is a yellow lab and true to his breed he is sweet, loveable, eternally hungry, and (perhaps less breed specific) incredibly stupid as the following tale will illustrate. Hank will eat almost anything, including entire tree branches. Whenever I see him he sticks his nose into the treat pouch I carry for my own dog when out on walks. He once ate an entire cake that his family had left on the counter and made himself horribly ill. But he really outdid himself the day someone dropped half a corn cob on the floor at dinner time. Hank was on it before anyone could even think to bend down to pick it up, and he swallowed it whole. No one knew what to do. Would he pass it on his own? Were his stomach juices strong enough to digest it? His family decided to wait it out. About a week later he was pacing in his crate at night and whining. My neighbour went to check on him and found him drooling and distressed. She let him out of his crate and he threw up the corn cob onto their living room floor but before she had a chance to process what had happened and clean up the mess, he promptly ate it… AGAIN. This unfortunate turn of events cost Hank’s family thousands of dollars as the corn cob had to be removed by a veterinarian using a scope. I can’t even begin to fathom what was going on in that dog’s brain when he decided to give his stomach a second round with the corn cob. I imagine him saying to the offending cob, “You think you’re getting out of this that easily? No way! Get back in here! I’m going to digest you whether you like it or not!” And that was that. 260104 what's it to you? who go blather from