This is a week about preparation.
I’m getting ready for the trip with my dad and brother.
We’re getting ready to hike Half Dome.
The household is getting ready for Mommy to be away for more than a week!
It’s not a great time for one of my animals to have a veterinary emergency.
So, of course, that’s exactly what happened.
Tuesday, I came home after being out for an hour, picking up my kids. I opened the garage door, ready to prep and start cooking dinner and race back out for karate with Big Dude.
There, on the floor, in the kitchen, was the chewed up bag from a loaf of bread with three partial pieces and one whole slice of bread left in it. And my nineteen pound Chihuahua-Terrier mix standing over it, wagging his tail in guilty the way he does when he’s in trouble. Seriously?
Get kids in, clean up, scold dog. Text good friend for a laugh, who is also our vet.
She replies right away with a series of questions. Which dog? How much?
Now I realize: Shit. Maybe not so funny.
Break out the hydrogen peroxide, she says. Syringe it down his throat so the bubbling action will make him vomit. The bread will start to expand and his stomach is too small to handle it.
Oh, hell. I didn’t even think about that.
If that doesn’t work, I’ll have to get him a med that goes in his eye to induce vomiting.
So! My next hour was a hilarious back and forth of: Run outside, syringe peroxide down dog’s throat, watch him start gagging. Go back inside, wash hands, keep cooking dinner. Supervise dog through window. Back outside…
Fortunately, the peroxide did the trick. My yard has been assaulted by yakked up, partially digested bread.
Time to go back to the store. We need more bread. And peroxide.
So, how’s your week been? Have a crazy “you’ll never believe it, but my dog/cat/(insert other animal here) ate_” story? I hope you’ll share it here!