My wife had two JP drains in, post abdominoplasty and panniculectomy.

Given her propensity for building up fluid postoperatively, they were in for a bit after she came home.

One day we discovered that the JP bulbs must have smelled like gravy to a feline, as one of the housecats decided that he was going to go after one of the bulbs pinned to her pajamas. My wife couldn’t figure out why he wanted to get under the blanket so badly until he tried to take a bite at the JP drain cap.

Quoth the wife: “I have never been so acutely aware that we are all made of meat, and that the cats would readily eat me if there was no other food available.”

Cotton ponies in our house! You know …the ones some women ride every month?

Younger son was particularly grossed out when Bob our German Shepherd had a cotton pony shredded all over his bedroom floor and bed.

“MOM! YOU HAVE to clean this up! GROSS!”

I haven’t even read any of the later comments yet, but I already know that you have won the award for grossest, nastiest mental image that will impose itself upon my mind until the end of days. Have mercy, I beg, and kill me now!

On a related note, while ED doctors have stories about foreign bodies people have put up their rectums, vets have stories about foreign bodies dogs have eaten (I’ll take upper GI over lower GI, thanks). If it’s a Lab or a Beagle, that could be anything from the lacy panties belonging to the girlfriend of the male married owner, to entire chicken carcasses including the bones, to all manner of children’s toys and dog toys, to more bizarre undigestables like bike tires and nail clippers. Treatment ranges from observation or a little apomorphine to euthanasia in the OR for linear foreign bodies (such as string or a leash) that have devitalized too much of the small intestine to do a resection.

I prefer the second interpretation. Although I have told both my dogs they can totally eat my body if I die without leaving the food bin open.

However, I once encountered a husky going to freakin’ town on my used menstrual products in a home where the owners were graciously allowing us housespace as we waited for the Army to resolve our hosuing situation…

possibly the grossest post I’ve ever read here.

Love it