
Originally Posted by
Suppressed Poet
My significant other was gracious enough to cook an excellent family meal. It is her mother's recipe of authentic NY style meatballs.
I volunteered to clean the kitchen in appreciation. She cooked the meatballs in vegetable oil...I think. To me, it is always a question of what to do with oil. You can't pour that down the drain. The city gets pissed if you throw that in the trash in a jar. So at the time, I thought it was a good idea to pour it in a little area on the side of our house that is covered in gravel.
Our dog was acting really weird last night and kept pacing the bedroom. When I took him out this morning, I notice his poop was rocky. Literally it had a bunch of gravel rocks in it. In a panic, I called my brother-in-law who is a vet. He was kind enough to calm me down, and told me that dogs have been eating dumb shit for thousands of years and are built to handle this. He let me know I need to check for blood in the stool and/or if he throws up bring him in right away. I fed him some wet treats to clear him out, checked on him during lunch, and got home to find him ok & happy. I am a lucky dumbass bastard.
Let this be a note to all pouring out the grease outside is generally not a good idea, and especially if you have animals. Stupid, stupid, stupid me...
On the plus side, I'm not sure if my fiancée will ever trust me to clean the kitchen again.