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This story is not funny. But it will be eerily remenis reminise familiar to those of you who were reading this blog back in July, 2003. (Some additional info is here.)
(Thanks to Michael Schmitt)
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This story is not funny. But it will be eerily remenis reminise familiar to those of you who were reading this blog back in July, 2003. (Some additional info is here.)
(Thanks to Michael Schmitt)
First to mention the irony of the street name: "The toe was not found, but the family was so traumatized by the incident that Floyd's bloodied room still has not been cleaned up in the home she shares with other relatives on Gross Street in Alton."
Posted by: eilbeback | July 05, 2008 at 10:49 AM
Another connection with the severed foot saga from a while back? Where was this dashund on the night of . . . ?
Posted by: Chris | July 05, 2008 at 11:03 AM
Oh, to have the tragedy of losing a toe followed by the tragedy of having THAT picture posted for all to see.
Posted by: slyeyes | July 05, 2008 at 11:32 AM
Hi,
I just finished reading Peter and the Shadow Theives, and it was the most amazing book I have ever read! I loved the excitment and all of the charactors. I would love to see all of your books made into movies, and I would be the first to see them. I just wanted to say thankyou for spending your time writing such a wonderful book!
Thanks,
Betsy Adams
Posted by: Betsy Adams | July 05, 2008 at 11:55 AM
"It's hard to walk in the room and see your mom being eaten by a dog." Ya think?
This is hilarious in a sick-demented-nonhilarious sort of way. I think I need a drink.
*agrees with sly re: the photo*
Posted by: Suzy Q | July 05, 2008 at 11:56 AM
This is hilarious in a sick-demented-nonhilarious sort of way.
posted by Suzy Q 11:56 AM
Perfect for this blog, don't you think?
Posted by: Jazzzz | July 05, 2008 at 12:04 PM
This little piggy went to doggy....
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 05, 2008 at 12:12 PM
They shoulda trained Roscoe to "heel". Or not.
Posted by: Lairbo | July 05, 2008 at 12:14 PM
*snork* @Annie.
Good thing she didn't have a Rottweiler.
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | July 05, 2008 at 12:20 PM
Coincidentally, I had a dog named Roscoe for 15 years. He never ate any of my toes (I'm pretty sure it was the cat) but he did frequently snack on socks. I never realized before just how dangerously I'd been living all that time.
Posted by: Lairbo | July 05, 2008 at 12:23 PM
Lar, please clear up a little ambiguity for me:
Did Roscoe eat the cat, or was it the cat that ate your toe? just wonderin'.
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | July 05, 2008 at 12:27 PM
Maybe it was a Toeberman Pincher.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 05, 2008 at 12:35 PM
Wyo: On advice of counsel, I can neither confirm nor deny which animal may or may not have eaten what (or who(m). I am also unable to comment about whether the cat's name was "socks".
Any and all ambiguity is the property of Major League Baseball and cannot be used without its expressed permission.
Posted by: Lairbo | July 05, 2008 at 12:35 PM
*snork* @ AWBH "Toeberman Pincher".
ps: Wow, remember the blog before "comments"? I bet Judi does.
Posted by: Lairbo | July 05, 2008 at 12:38 PM
"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?"
"No, but look at my foot."
"Eeeeeeee!!!!!"
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 05, 2008 at 12:41 PM
And yet, no one's said "it's a dog-eat-dog world."
Posted by: Just Ducky | July 05, 2008 at 01:03 PM
wonder if she's considered finding a dog food her pup would actually eat.
would it be called Alltoe?
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | July 05, 2008 at 01:05 PM
*zips in*™
I was only able to read the headline because of the "gross factor". At first I thought maybe the dog was saving her when her toe was caught in a trap or a door, or a toilet, but from the comments I gather this was not the case. Was the dog just hungry?
Perhaps someone can provide for me a non-gross summary?
Jazzzz???? ;)
Posted by: Eleanor | July 05, 2008 at 01:06 PM
It was the cat.
Posted by: Roscoe | July 05, 2008 at 01:08 PM
*winks at Roscoe* right.
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | July 05, 2008 at 01:13 PM
El: Woman takes nap. Dog eats her toe. The End.
Posted by: Suzy Q | July 05, 2008 at 01:19 PM
El - Perhaps someone can provide for me a non-gross summary?
Nope. But I can try...
Beware the poor, wee Roscoe
The dog ate his mum's toe.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 05, 2008 at 01:20 PM
btw - the toe is AWOL.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 05, 2008 at 01:20 PM
Paging Dr. Scholl, to the ER, STAT!
Posted by: Suzy Q | July 05, 2008 at 01:21 PM
My dog just ate a fly. Of the flying kind. Scared the patootie outta me, though, snapping his teeth next to me after reading this story (yes, my dog can read).
Remind me to lock the dogs out of the bedroom tonight.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 05, 2008 at 01:25 PM
Thank you, Suzy. That was perfect. :)
Posted by: Eleanor | July 05, 2008 at 01:28 PM
Do untoe others.....
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | July 05, 2008 at 01:59 PM
Dave you MADE it happen with your freaky making it happen superpowers! I shall now shun you as the freak you are! Please do not make bad things happen to me though.
Posted by: Margaritaville | July 05, 2008 at 02:23 PM
*points out to Dave (the one with the superpowers) that Margaritaville called him a 'freak.' I, OTOH, compliment him on his hair*
Posted by: Richard Clay | July 05, 2008 at 02:45 PM
Yes, nice hair, Dave. Please don't touch my toes.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 05, 2008 at 02:45 PM
And here I thought I was being sensitive by not sending in this story. After all, poor Roscoe went to his last reward with nothing but a diebetic toe (GNFARB) to accompany him.
RIP Roscoe
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | July 05, 2008 at 02:49 PM
I can't believe I'm the first to say: EEEEEWWWWWWWW.
Thank-yew-very-much.
Posted by: Guin | July 05, 2008 at 04:01 PM
well, just ewww. toeberman pincher, bwaaahaa.
it is sick, but in a funny sort of way. but maybe its funny, in a sick sort of way......
Posted by: queensbee | July 05, 2008 at 04:38 PM
What a cry baby. Feeding her miniature dachshund costs her a toe. Big deal. Try feeding a Great Dane--that'll cost you an arm and a leg. (And on one occassion a pair of very expensive heels).
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | July 05, 2008 at 05:22 PM
Whoa, I was just talking to some friends about the Freemont poems last week! I guess here is not the place to resurrect any.
It's sick for them to publish that picture of that poor lady.
Posted by: Leetie | July 05, 2008 at 05:23 PM
Reading the entire article one learns...
"Floyd chose to euthanize Roscoe to keep other people safe.."
My toes are singing her praise.
Posted by: Bob | July 05, 2008 at 07:32 PM
snorks @ AWBH & Lairbo.
(goes to bed with shoes on)
Posted by: daisymae | July 05, 2008 at 07:48 PM
Dennis the Menace’s next door neighbor Mr. Wilson had a dog named Fremont.
Posted by: Idaho Conversation League | July 06, 2008 at 08:52 PM
is there a link to the most memorable threads?
because, i hate to be a show-off, but i remember waaay back in the the day when dave quit the the paper and started the blog.
it was the beginning of the end of his bestest cliché's.
my lawnmower killed a refrigerator.
it was an out-lawnmower.
the end
very truly yours,
chuck norris' love child
Posted by: Occam's Lady Schick | July 07, 2008 at 08:22 AM