Buster is at it again!
Yesterday, right before we fed the dogs (we had choir rehearsal, so it was an earlier dinner for them), Buster decided to disappear upstairs. He's rarely up there longer than what it takes him to find a bone and bring it back downstairs. I was holding Judith at the time, and couldn't find him anywhere, so I called him and said, "Dinner!" so he would come down. I hear him descending the stairs, and saw he had something hanging off of his jowls. I couldn't figure out what it was at first: I thought maybe it's a long string of carpet and he somehow got it stuck on his face. But the longer I looked at it, the more I thought, "That really looks like dental floss..."
I said to Buster, "What's on your jowls?" and asked John to pull it off. Lo and behold, he tried to sample some mint flavored dental floss. John immediately assumed he was rooting in the trash (neither dog has ever done that, so why would they start now?), but I asked him if he's sure he threw it completely in the trash when he was done with it the previous night. I can't see how it was completely in there, because Buster wouldn't have been able to fish it out. I have my suspicions that an end was hanging out over the can, Buster caught a whiff of the mint flavoring, and decided to try it out.
At least he didn't eat it. I have visions of performing a flossectomy the next time he would go out to poop, much like the scene in an episode of Family Guy when Brian eats the floss and they have to pull it out of his butt.
I'm glad it didn't get to that point!