Ralphing Kisses
After reading my buddy Escapes post about his faithful dog Maynard, it seems a good time for a dog story.
The day before Christmas Eve, we had decided to go out to eat. I had started gathering the candy that I was going to put in the stockings and had left it on the corner of the end table out of site. Or so I thought. When we returned from dinner, I notice little bits of what looked like aluminum foil around the house. I followed the trail until it ended directly under the Christmas tree. There sat an empty bag ( a ONE pound bag mind you) of Hershey Kisses. Shaye the Weenie dog, well into her 10th year had eaten a pound of chocolate in our absence. She was also nowhere to be seen. Anytime we return to the house and she didn’t greet you at the door wagging her tail is a bad sign. It usually meant she did something she knew she would get in trouble for and was firmly entrenched under the back corner of the bed, her favorite hiding spot. She was there, and didn’t want to come out. I let here stay there and went to get on the computer. After about 10 minutes, waddling around the corner came one of the funnies things I have seen. She was literally wobbling. Her stomach was stretched so much she looked like she was about to pop. And she was making that low moaning, “I can’t believe I ate the whole thing” moan that we all make from time to time. The humor turned to concern when I decided to do a search on “dog” and “chocolate”. It seems that chocolate, depending on the dog’s weight can be fatal and is actually poisonous to them. A call to the on-call person at our Animal Clinic confirmed that a pound of chocolate in a dog as small as she was would almost certainly be fatal. So off to the Vet we go. When we got there they told us they would have two options. Force her to drink hydrogen-peroxide, causing her to empty out the ‘ol stomach. If that didn’t work, they would give her some kind of charcoal tablets that can filter out the toxins. The latter option was a last resort and sometimes doesn’t work. They took her to the back and I waited. About five minutes later, she brings her back in, two or three dress sizes smaller. Her eyes had that watery look they have after really heaving. She had that “im NEVER gonna do that again” look you’ve seen your buddy have after drinking one too many. We had gotten there fast enough, that it hadn’t digested too much and the threat was averted. The Vet bill was three hundred bucks. When people asked me that year if the dog got anything for Christmas, I replied truthfully, “yeah, she got to live…”
What a great dog.
Below is a picture of her and the new dog Maggie about six months before she passed away. You ever see a dog sleep like that???
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After reading my buddy Escapes post about his faithful dog Maynard, it seems a good time for a dog story.
The day before Christmas Eve, we had decided to go out to eat. I had started gathering the candy that I was going to put in the stockings and had left it on the corner of the end table out of site. Or so I thought. When we returned from dinner, I notice little bits of what looked like aluminum foil around the house. I followed the trail until it ended directly under the Christmas tree. There sat an empty bag ( a ONE pound bag mind you) of Hershey Kisses. Shaye the Weenie dog, well into her 10th year had eaten a pound of chocolate in our absence. She was also nowhere to be seen. Anytime we return to the house and she didn’t greet you at the door wagging her tail is a bad sign. It usually meant she did something she knew she would get in trouble for and was firmly entrenched under the back corner of the bed, her favorite hiding spot. She was there, and didn’t want to come out. I let here stay there and went to get on the computer. After about 10 minutes, waddling around the corner came one of the funnies things I have seen. She was literally wobbling. Her stomach was stretched so much she looked like she was about to pop. And she was making that low moaning, “I can’t believe I ate the whole thing” moan that we all make from time to time. The humor turned to concern when I decided to do a search on “dog” and “chocolate”. It seems that chocolate, depending on the dog’s weight can be fatal and is actually poisonous to them. A call to the on-call person at our Animal Clinic confirmed that a pound of chocolate in a dog as small as she was would almost certainly be fatal. So off to the Vet we go. When we got there they told us they would have two options. Force her to drink hydrogen-peroxide, causing her to empty out the ‘ol stomach. If that didn’t work, they would give her some kind of charcoal tablets that can filter out the toxins. The latter option was a last resort and sometimes doesn’t work. They took her to the back and I waited. About five minutes later, she brings her back in, two or three dress sizes smaller. Her eyes had that watery look they have after really heaving. She had that “im NEVER gonna do that again” look you’ve seen your buddy have after drinking one too many. We had gotten there fast enough, that it hadn’t digested too much and the threat was averted. The Vet bill was three hundred bucks. When people asked me that year if the dog got anything for Christmas, I replied truthfully, “yeah, she got to live…”
What a great dog.
Below is a picture of her and the new dog Maggie about six months before she passed away. You ever see a dog sleep like that???
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