A few days ago I posted that my dog ate my daughter's sock--just gulped it down unchewed (she's a big dog). I was worried. If she didn't pass it out the other end, she'd need surgery.
Two days later, my son found the sock on the back porch. Yeah! The dog had just thrown it up--all in one piece, just like it went down.
My daughter was happy to get her sock back! She's 5 and doesn't seem to understand the physical consequences of eating socks. She also can't understand why I don't want to pop the sock in the washer so she can start wearing it again. I get a blank look from her when I say, "But the sock was in the dog's stomach for two whole days!"