Oh what a dog.

Jared here, The other night I was getting ready to put Jacob's PJs on. I wanted to put on his crocodile pjs but for some reason I couldn't locate the shirt. I just figured it was miss placed and or in the wash. Didn't think much of it other than Kimmy must know where it was so I wasn't too concerned. I found another set of pjs and got Jacob suited up and off to bed. This morning at work I noticed kimmy had called and phoned her back. She said you'll never guess what happened. You remember those crocodile pjs...I said yes the top was missing last night...she said "I know I couldn't seem to find them either the night before. I said ok what's going on with them... she said well Truman was getting sick and up chucked a mess. If you don't know our dog Truman, a yellow lab, has a history of eating socks and barfing them up a day or two later. One must be very careful not to leave them on the bedroom floor. Ok so I bet you can see where this is going. Kimmy then said that in the mess as she was cleaning it up she noticed it wasn't a sock but a very twisted piece of cloth. After hosing the mess off it was discoverd that the location of the crocodile pjs happened to have been in Truman's belly for the last couple of days. Truman in the past has gotten ahold of various tshirts and has not swallowed them but has chewed them and put holes in them or torn off a sleeve or other chuck. Kimmy upon hosing off the pj top noticed it was still completly in tact and she mentioned it was completly brown. Half digested dog food etc. YUM YUM. She thought she'd chuck the pj top in the washer and just see what would happen... the top was cleaner but still not quite there... after a intense wipe down with stain stick and other stain removing items and several more washes... VOILA a clean pj top. The picture is the pj top post trip through Trumans stomach. How cool is that!!! How many kids have shirts that have been through the stomach of a labrador retriever. I bet I could make a fortune on EBAY with that shirt. We're still not quite sure how he managed to get the top, but hey Truman's stomach in the morning, worn by a little boy at night.

Now, where did I put my socks?