Kathleen found this in the back of the refrigerator:
> JD wrote: <snip>
>> They think a Great Dane is good eatin' down there. Elk is the goods for real sustenance.
>
>
> Penny, tell the elk story!
>
> Kathleen
ok, since you asked. a friend of mine saved this conversation off of her dog listserve, true story:
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Sent to me by my Quebec client. Only a dog owner would understand.
> Anne V - 01:01pm Sep 9, 1999 PDT (# 1318 of 1332) Okay - I know how to take meat away from a dog.
> How do I take a dog away from meat? This is not, unfortunately, a joke.
>
> AmyC - 01:02pm Sep 9, 1999 PDT (# 1319 of 1332) Um, can you give us a few more specifics here?
>
> Anne V - 01:12pm Sep 9, 1999 PDT (# 1320 of 1332) They're inside of it. They crawled inside, and
> now I have a giant incredibly heavy piece of carcass in my yard, with 2 dogs inside of it, and
> they are NOT getting bored of it and coming out. One of them is snoring. I have company arriving
> in three hours, and my current plan is to 1. put up a tent over said carcass and 2. hang thousands
> of fly strips inside it. This has been going on since about 6:40 this morning.
>
> AmyC - 01:19pm Sep 9, 1999 PDT (# 1321 of 1332) Oh. My. God. What sort of carcass is big enough to
> hold a couple of dogs inside? Given the situation, I'm afraid you're not going to be create enough
> of a diversion to get the dogs out of the carrion, unless they like greeting company as much as
> they like rolling around in dead stuff. Which seems unlikely. Can you turn a hose on the
> festivities?
>
> Ase Innes-Ker - 01:31pm Sep 9, 1999 PDT (# 1322 of 1332) I'm sorry Anne. I know this is a problem
> (and it would have driven me crazy), but it is also incredibly funny.
>
> Anne V - 01:31pm Sep 9, 1999 PDT (# 1323 of 1332) Elk. Elk are very big this year, because of the
> rain and good grazing and so forth. They aren't rolling. They are alternately napping and eating.
> They each have a ribcage. Other dogs are working on them from the outside. It's all way too primal
> in my yard right now. We tried the hose trick. At someone elses house, which is where they climbed
> in and began to refuse to come out. Many hours ago. I think that the hose mostly helps keep them
> cool and dislodges little moist snacks for them. hose failed. My new hope
> is that if they all continue to eat at this rate, they will be finished before the houseguests
> arrive. The very urban houseguests. Oh, ghod - I know it's funny. It's appalling, and funny, and
> completely entirely representative of life with dogs.
>
> Kristen R. - 01:37pm Sep 9, 1999 PDT (# 1324 of 1332) I'm so glad I read this thread, dogless as I
> am. Dogs in elk. Dogs in elk.
>
> Anne V - 01:41pm Sep 9, 1999 PDT (# 1325 of 1332) It's like that childrens book out there - dogs
> in elk, dogs on elk, dogs around elk, dogs outside elk. And there is some elk inside of, as well
> as on, each dog at this point.
>
> Elizabeth K - 01:57pm Sep 9, 1999 PDT (# 1328 of 1333) Anne, aren't you in Arizona or Nevada?
> There are elk there? I'm so confused!We definately need to see pics of Gus Pong and Jake in the
> elk carcass.
>
> Anne V - 02:03pm Sep 9, 1999 PDT (# 1329 of 1333) I am in New Mexico, but there are elk in both
> arizona and nevada, yes. There are elk all over the damn place. They don't look out very often. If
> you stand the ribcage on end they scramble to the top and look out, all red. Otherwise, you kinda
> have to get in there a little bit yourself to really see them. So I think there will not be
> pictures.
>
> CoseyMo - 02:06pm Sep 9, 1999 PDT (# 1330 of 1333) "all red;" I'm not sure the deeper horror of
> all this was fully borne in upon me till I saw that little phrase.
>
> Anne V - 02:10pm Sep 9, 1999 PDT (# 1331 of 1333) Well, you know, the Basenji (that would be Jake)
> is a desert dog, naturally, and infamous for it's aversion to water. And then, Gus Pong (who is
> coming to us, live, unamplified and with a terrific reverb which is making me a little dizzy)
> really doesn't mind water, but hates to be cold. Or soapy. And both of them can really run.
> Sprints of up to 35 mph have been clocked. So. If ever they come out, catching them and returning
> them to a condition where they can be considered house pets is not going to be, shall we say,
> pleasant.
>
> CoseyMo - 02:15pm Sep 9, 1999 PDT (# 1332 of 1333) What if you stand the ribcage on end, wait for
> them to look out, grab them when they do and pull?
>
> Anne V - 02:18pm Sep 9, 1999 PDT (# 1333 of 1333) They wedge their toes between the ribs. And
> scream. We tried that before we brought the elk home from the mountain with dogs inside. Jake
> nearly took my friends arm off. He's already short a toe, so he cherishes the 15 that remain.
>
> Linda Hewitt - 02:30pm Sep 9, 1999 PDT (# 1336 of 1356) Have you thought about calling your
> friendly vet and paying him to come pick up the dogs, elk and letting the dogs stay at the vets
> overnight. If anyone would know what to do, it would be your vet. It might cost some money, but it
> would solve the immediate crisis. Keep us posted.
>
> ChristiPeters - 02:37pm Sep 9, 1999 PDT (# 1337 of 1356) Yikes! My sympathy! When I lived in New
> Mexico, my best friend's dog (the escape artist) was continually bringing home road kill. When
> there was no road kill convenient, he would visit the neighbor's house. Said neighbor slaughtered
> his own beef. The dog found all kinds of impossibly gross toys in the neighbor's trash pit. I have
> always had medium to large dogs. The smallest dog I ever had was a mutt from the SPCA who matured
> out at just above knee high and about 55 pounds. Our current dog (daughter's choice) is a
> Pomeranian. A very small Pomeranian. She's 8 months old now and not quite 4 pounds. I'm afraid
> I'll break her.
>
> Lori Shiraishi - 02:38pm Sep 9, 1999 PDT (# 1338 of 1356) Bet you could fit a whole lot of
> Pomeranians in that there elk carcass! Anne - my condolences on what must be a unbelievable
> situation!
>
> Anne V - 02:44pm Sep 9, 1999 PDT (# 1339 of 1356) I did call my vet. He laughed until he was
> gagging and breathless. He says a lot of things, which can be summed as *what did you expect?* and
> *no, there is no such thing as too much elk meat for a dog.* He is planning to stop over and take
> a look on his way home. Thanks, Lori. I am almost surrendered to the absurdity of it.
>
> Lori Shiraishi - 02:49pm Sep 9, 1999 PDT (# 1340 of 1356) "He is planning to stop over and take a
> look on his way home." So he can fall down laughing in person?
>
> Anne V - 02:50pm Sep 9, 1999 PDT (# 1341 of 1356) Basically, yeah. That would be about it.
>
> AmyC - 02:56pm Sep 9, 1999 PDT (# 1342 of 1356)
> >no, there is no such thing as too much elk meat for a dog."
> Oh, sweet lord, Anne. You have my deepest sympathies in this, perhaps the most peculiar of the Gus
> Pong Adventures. You are truly a woman of superhuman patience. wait -- you carried the carcass
> down from the mountains with the dogs inside?
>
> Anne V - 02:59pm Sep 9, 1999 PDT (# 1343 of 1356)
> >the carcass down from the mountains with the dogs inside?
> no, well, sort of. My part in the whole thing was to get really stressed about a meeting that I
> had to go to, and say *yeah, ok, whatever* when it was suggested that the ribcages, since we
> couldn't get the dogs out of them and the dogs couldn't be left there, be brought to my house.
> Because, you know - I just thought they would get bored of it sooner or later. But it appears to
> be later, in the misty uncertain future, that they will get bored. Now, they are still interested.
> And very loud, one singing, one snoring.
>
> Lori Shiraishi - 03:04pm Sep 9, 1999 PDT (# 1344 of 1356)
> >And very loud, one singing, one snoring.
> wow. I can't even begin to imagine the acoustics involved with singing from the inside of an elk.
>
> Anne V - 03:04pm Sep 9, 1999 PDT (# 1345 of 1356) reverb. lots and lots of reverb.
>
> Anne V - 03:15pm Sep 9, 1999 PDT (# 1347 of 1356) I'll tell you the thing that is causing me to
> lose it again and again, and then I have to go back outside and stay there for a while. After the
> meeting, I said to my (extraordinary) boss, *look, I've gotta go home for the rest of the day, I
> think. Jake and Gus Pong are inside some elk ribcages, and my dad is coming tonight, so I've got
> to get them out somehow.* And he said, pale and huge-eyed, *Annie, how did you explain the elk to
> the clients?* The poor, poor man thought I had the carcasses brought to work with me. For some
> reason, I find this deeply funny.
>
> (weekend pause)
>
> Anne V - 08:37am Sep 13, 1999 PDT (# 1395 of 1405) So what we did was put the ribcages
> (containing dogs) on tarps and drag them around to the side yard, where I figured they would at
> least be harder to see, and then opened my bedroom window so that the dogs could let me know when
> they were ready to be plunged into a de-elking solution and let in the house. Then I went to the
> airport. Came home, no visible elk, no visible dogs. Peeked around the shrubs, and there they
> were, still in the elk. By this time, they had gnawed out some little portholes between some of
> the ribs, and you got the occasional very frightening limpse of something moving around in there
> if you watched long enough. After a lot of agonizing, I went to bed. I closed the back door, made
> sure my window was open, talked to the dogs out of it until I as sure they knew it was open, and
> then I fell asleep.
>
> Sometimes, sleep is a mistake, no matter how tired you are. And especially if you are very very
> tired, and some of your dogs are outside, inside some elks. Because when you are that tired, you
> sleep through bumping kind of noises, or you kind of think that it's just the house guests. It
> was't the house guests. It was my dogs, having an attack of teamwork unprecedented in our domestic
> history. When I finally woke all the way up, it was to a horrible vision. Somehow, 3 dogs with a
> combined weight of about 90 pounds, managed to hoist one of the ribcages (the meatier one, of
> course) up 3 feet to rest on top of the swamp cooler outside the window, and push out the screen.
> What woke me was Gus Pong, howling in frustration from inside the ribcage, very close to my head,
> combined with feverish little grunts from Jake, who was standing on the nightstand, bracing
> himself against the curtains with remarkably bloody little feet.
>
> Here are some things I have learned, this Rosh Hashanah weekend:
> 1. almond milk removes elk blood from curtains and pillowcases,
> 2. We can all exercise superhuman strength when it comes to getting elk carcasses out of our yard,
> 3. The sight of elk ribcages hurtling over the fence really frightens the nice deputy sheriff who
> lives across the street, and
> 4. the dogs can pop the screens out of the windows, without damaging them, from either side.
>
> Anne V - 09:58am Sep 13, 1999 PDT (# 1401 of 1405) What I am is really grateful that they didn't
> actually get the damn thing in the window, which is clearly the direction they were going in. And
> that the nice deputy didn't arrest me for terrifying her with elk parts before dawn.
>
> AmyC - 09:59am Sep 13, 1999 PDT (# 1402 of 1405) Imagine waking up with a gnawed elk carcass in
> your bed, like a real-life "Godfather" with an all-dog cast.
>
> Anne V - 10:01am Sep 13, 1999 PDT (# 1403 of 1405) There is not enough almond milk in the world to
> solve an event of that kind.