Tula is a wild woman and has a very big personality to go along with her big size. She is a chewer and tries to eat everything in sight.
One day, she started throwing up and couldn't keep anything down. She wasn't acting like herself, all down in the dumps, so we took her to the vet to see what was up. Of course, when we get there, she is so happy and loving life. She loves the doctors office and thinks it's so fun to go there, weirdo. $100 later, for talking with the vet, she said she is fine and might have ate something but was acting too normal to be worried. The next morning, Brandon let her outside and saw something hanging from her butt. The little terd ate a sock and was passing it, which Brandon had to grab and pull, I think he threw up in his mouth a little bit.
Also, last week she had her surgery to prevent baby making, so we felt bad that she had to be crammed into her kennel with that big cone. We baracaded her into the front entry, the couch blocking her way into the family room, and her baby gate and kennel blocking the kitchen. When Brandon came home for lunch it was like someone had ransacked the kitchen. She had busted through her gate and kennel, and ate paper and magnets off the fridge, 2 shoes, everything from a purse, a bag of hamburger buns, a bag of beef jerky and God knows what else. Needless to say, we were angry, and she lost her priviledge to be out of the kennel when we are not home... EVER.