Last year at this time I was nursing Hilbert as he got sicker from liver failure. I'd like to share some (in retrospect) fun times.
Mankind may never know why the chicken crossed the road, but I learned why
Hilbert crossed the yard.
I grew hostas in the shady area near the hedge in the backyard. In the
spring, they would be attacked by snails and slugs. One environmentally
friendly way that I dealt with these pests was to place bowls of beer in the
area. The pests crawled in, but didn’t come out. I assumed that they died happy
or at least felt no pain.
One spring day after Hilbert came to live with us, I opened the backdoor
and Hilbert ran straight to the back corner of the yard. From where I stood, he
was hidden from view behind the bushes.
“Here, Hilbert,” I called. “Time to come in.”
Nothing. No dog, no movement.
“Here, boy”
Still nothing.
I put on my shoes and walked over to where I had last seen Hilbert
headed.
There he was drinking/eating the snail/slug infused beer. Lap, lap, lap,
crunch. Lap, lap, lap, crunch.
I grabbed him under his belly and carried him inside. I called the vet to
see if I needed to bring him in for treatment.
“Uh, my dog was drinking beer. Is that okay?” I explained the
situation.
After being scolded for letting him near the beer and being sternly warned
to keep him from driving until he was completely sober, it was determined that
Hilbert had not had enough to drink to harm him. And the slugs were probably a good source of protein.
After this happened, I ordered the beer slug traps with the snap on lids
that let the snails and slugs in and keep the dogs out. They worked well and both the hostas and the dogs have done well since!
