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Not my experience (thank goodness). From an e-mail forward I received today.
Unbaked Yeast Rolls
Those of you who have animals will probably appreciate this the most.
It is a story that is hilarious in itself and the person who wrote it is a
good writer and made the story even better. Enjoy...
We have a fox terrier by the name of Jasper. He came to us in the
summer of 2001 from the fox terrier rescue program. For those of you who
are unfamiliar with this type of adoption, imagine taking in a 10 year old
child about whom you know nothing and committing to doing your best to be a
good parent.
Like a child, the dog came with his own idiosyncrasies. He will only
sleep on the bed, on top of the covers, nuzzled as close to my face as he
can get without actually performing a French kiss on me.
Lest you think this is a bad case of 'no discipline,' I should tell you
that Perry and I tried every means to break him of this habit, including
locking him in a separate bedroom for several nights. The new door cost
over $200. But I digress.
Five weeks ago we began remodeling our house. Although the cost of the
project is downright obnoxious, it was 20 years overdue AND it got me out of
cooking Thanksgiving for family, extended family, and a lot of friends that
I like more than family most of the time.
I was assigned the task of preparing 124 of my famous yeast dinner
rolls for the two Thanksgiving feasts we did attend.
I am still cursing the electrician for getting the new oven hooked up
so quickly. It was the only appliance in the whole darn house that worked,
thus the assignment.
I made the decision to cook the rolls on Wed evening to reheat Thurs
am. Since the kitchen was freshly painted, you can imagine the odor. Not
wanting the rolls to smell like Sherwin Williams #586, I put the rolls on
baking sheets and set them in the living room to rise for a few hours.
Perry and I decided to go out to eat, returning in about an hour. The rolls
were ready to go in the oven.
It was 8:30 PM. When I went to the living room to retrieve the pans,
much to my shock, one whole pan of 12 rolls was empty. I called out to
Jasper and my worst nightmare became a reality. He literally wobbled over
to me. He looked like a combination of the Pillsbury dough boy and the
Michelin Tire man wrapped up in fur. He groaned when he walked. I swear
even his cheeks were bloated.
I ran to the phone and called our vet. After a few seconds of
uproarious laughter, he told me the dog would probably be okay; however, I
needed to give him Pepto Bismol every 2 hours for the rest of the night.
God only knows why I thought a dog would like Pepto Bismol any more than my
kids did when they were sick. Suffice it to say that by the time we went to
bed the dog was black, white and pink. He was so bloated we had to lift him
onto the bed for the night.
We arose at 7:30 and as we always do first thing, put the dog out to
relieve himself. Well, the dog was as drunk as a sailor on his first
leave. He was running into walls, falling flat on his butt and most of the
time when he was walking, his front half was going one direction and the
other half was either dragging the grass or headed 90 degrees in another
direction.
He couldn't lift his leg to pee, so he would just walk and pee at the
same time. When he ran down the small incline in our back yard he couldn't
stop himself and nearly ended up running into the fence.
His pupils were dilated and he was as dizzy as a loon. I endured
another few seconds of laughter from the vet (second call within 12 hours)
before he explained that the yeast had fermented in his belly and that he
was indeed drunk.
He assured me that, not unlike most binges we humans go through, it
would wear off after about 4 or 5 hours, and to keep giving him Pepto
Bismol.
Afraid to leave him by himself in the house, Perry and I loaded him up
and took him with us to my sister's house for the first Thanksgiving meal of
the day.
My sister lives outside of Muskogee on a ranch, (10 to 15 minute
drive). Rolls firmly secured in the trunk (124 less 12) and drunk dog
leaning from the back seat onto the console of the car between Perry and I,
we took off.
Now I know you probably don't believe that dogs burp, but believe me
when I say that after eating a tray of risen unbaked yeast rolls, DOGS WILL
BURP. These burps were pure Old Charter. They would have matched or beat
any smell in a drunk tank at the police station. But that's not the worst
of it.
Now he was beginning to fart and they smelled like baked rolls. God
strike me dead if I am not telling the truth! We endured this for the
entire trip to Karen's, thankful she didn't live any further away than she
did.
Once Jasper was firmly placed in my sister's garage with the door
locked, we finally sat down to enjoy our first Thanksgiving meal of the
day. The dog was the topic of conversation all morning long and everyone
made trips to the garage to witness my drunken dog, each returning with a
tale of Jasper's latest endeavor to walk without running into something. Of
course, as the old adage goes, 'what goes in must come out' and Jasper was
no exception.
Granted if it had been me that had eaten 12 risen, unbaked yeast rolls,
you might as well have put a concrete block up my behind, but alas a dog's
digestive system is quite different from yours or mine. I discovered this
was a mixed blessing when we prepared to leave Karen's house. Having
discovered his 'packages' on the garage floor, we loaded him up in the car
so we could hose down the floor.
This was another naive decision on our part. The blast of water from
the hose hit the poop on the floor and the poop on the floor withstood the
blast from the hose. It was like Portland cement beginning to set up and
cure.
We finally tried to remove it with a shovel. I (obviously no one else
was going to offer their services) had to get on my hands and knees with a
coarse brush to get the remnants off of the floor. And as if this wasn't
degrading enough, the darn dog in his drunken state had walked through the
poop and left paw prints all over the garage floor that had to be brushed
too.
Well, by this time the dog was sobering up nicely so we took him home
and dropped him off before we left for our second Thanksgiving dinner at
Perry's sister's house.
I am happy to report that as of today (Monday) the dog is back to
normal both in size and temperament. He has had a bath and is no longer
tricolor. None the worse for wear I presume. I am also happy to report
that just this evening I found 2 risen unbaked yeast rolls hidden inside my
closet door.
It appears he must have come to his senses after eating 10 of them but
decided hiding 2 of them for later would not be a bad idea. Now, I'm doing
research on the computer as to: 'How to clean unbaked dough from the
carpet.'
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I needed a good laugh today. I've had dogs most of my life and scrubbed up a lot of dog poop but that was really priceless.
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That is SO funny! I feel for you!
It reminds me of the time, not long after we had moved into our old townhouse when my little male mini-dachshund (we have four, the other three are females) was barely out of puppyhood. We had friends over for the Super Bowl and made margaritas. One of our friends put his drink down on the floor by the side of the sofa where he was sitting, and forgot about it. A bit later, he picked up his drink and noticed it was empty. We just assumed he consumed it, until my dog wobbled over and tried unsuccessfully to jump up on the sofa, then walked straight into the wall. I was so worried, but he looked so funny! It was just like you described, his front going one way and back side heading the other direction. We put him up on the sofa and he fell sound asleep for about two hours, until after the game ended. Luckily, he was fine after he woke up and we didn't have any of the explosive issues your dog had from eating all those rolls!
Edit to add: I just re-read and realized this was a story you passed along and not your own experience. That's a good thing! :)
It reminds me of the time, not long after we had moved into our old townhouse when my little male mini-dachshund (we have four, the other three are females) was barely out of puppyhood. We had friends over for the Super Bowl and made margaritas. One of our friends put his drink down on the floor by the side of the sofa where he was sitting, and forgot about it. A bit later, he picked up his drink and noticed it was empty. We just assumed he consumed it, until my dog wobbled over and tried unsuccessfully to jump up on the sofa, then walked straight into the wall. I was so worried, but he looked so funny! It was just like you described, his front going one way and back side heading the other direction. We put him up on the sofa and he fell sound asleep for about two hours, until after the game ended. Luckily, he was fine after he woke up and we didn't have any of the explosive issues your dog had from eating all those rolls!
Edit to add: I just re-read and realized this was a story you passed along and not your own experience. That's a good thing! :)
