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Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Pecan Toe Strikes Again!

Hannah (prior to Pecan Toe incident)
Photo by www.jennyfroh.com

This is Hannah, and I'm the foster puggy at the Medina Foster Home for Wayward Pugs. I've been living here with Howie and his minions for almost a year now, so I am pretty sure I'm going to be a permanent fixture, something foster mommy says she just cannot do without, even more so than chocolate or whippy creme on her coffee.

Yesterday I was afflicted with the dreaded Pecan Toe. I made foster mommy promise not to tell anyone, and she agreed we would never speak of it again. When I walked into the house, my little pinky toe felt so peculiar. Mom took a look and she had these wise words: "Wutt the heck???" She reached down and extricated a little empty pecan husk that had neatly wrapped itself around my unsuspecting toe. She let me sniff it thoroughly before she put it in the trash, calling it names and berating it for cramping Her Hannah Banana's style.

I felt much better after my toe was de-pecan shell-ized. I could hop around without making a clickety clack noise on the hardwood floor, and Howie stopped making comments about how much he liked Pecan Pie fresh out of the oven with ice cream on top. Foster mom said she thinks it's cute that a little southern gal like me would be the only puggy she has ever known to come down with a distinctly antebellum malady such as Pecan Toe. It's just one more reason I am special.

12 comments:

Payton said...

Hi Hannah! Oh that sounds like it would hurt! I'm so glad your mom knew what to do and fixed you right up. Oh, and happy leap day!
Love,
Payton
Ps. Tell Howie to stay away from the pecan pies. A relative's dog ate my Gampy's pie at Thankgiving a few years back and then couldn't stop making pies of his own in the back yard. Yuck!

Oakley and Swisher said...

At first we thought this was a new toe disease Mom might have to worry about. But then it was just an actual pecan shell. Bol.

Glad everything is ok.

Lots of licks,
Swisher and Oakley

agent99 said...

Well, Hannah Banana, I've been a toe doctor for over 20 years...and I've never before seen a pecan toe! Glad you are feeling better!

Tweedles -- that's me said...

Hi Hannah
Thank goodness the peacan toe is all better now. That must have hurt so bad! I hope everyone kissed youtr little toe and made it all better.
love
tweedles

Two French Bulldogs said...

thank goodness mom was to the recue
Benny & Lily

Rita said...

Does that make your toe smell like Pecan Pie? Sounds funny.

Meredith LeBlanc said...

We too thought that maybe pecan toe was some new Puggy affliction we would have to brush up on, yikes! But we are so glad that it was just a silly incident.

Happy Pug Dancing!

♥♥♥
Meredith & Scarlet

Archie and Melissa said...

oh hannah banana!

your pecan toe story made our whole day!

i am so glad you let the story slip out for us all to enjoy!

r-chee is your biggest fan and says he is perfect for you to walk in the park with since he is a big nut.
good news... he is too big now to get stuck on one of your dainty toes although he cannot promise he won't step on them by mistake. :)

Southern Fried Pugs said...

We have been afflicted with a similar disease, acorn toe. It happens a lot since we have an oak tree and an active squirrel colony who set up camp on our deck.
So glad you have been healed of this affliction.
Kisses to you,
Tallulah, Petunia and Isabelle

Sequoia & Petunia & Emma said...

You truly are a special gal and we love seeing your cute lil face on the blog.

Bunk said...

Ouch!!! Did that hurt? I hope not. Don't be embarrassed. Random things keep getting stuck on me as well, at least yours was pecan shell!!!

P.S. I am having a St.Patrick's Day contest on my blog. Would love to see you participate!

Hank said...

Hannah, honey....now I can't buhLIEVE nobuddy has snatched you up in the past year!! Whut the hail is WRONG with them Texans?!

Anyways....I don't see nothing wrong with a pecan toe. I mean, you can save fer a snack while yer watchin' the nascar with Howard.