Today I hit a new low.
I dug threw dog vomit.
A lot of it.
I will spare you the pictures. (um, yes, of course there are pictures. I’m a blogger.)
Shall I back up a bit?
Monday was a very good day. A snow day! No school, no rules, lots of fun. We stayed in our PJ’s recovered from a very long weekend, and frolicked in the snow. The new pup, now 4 months old and weighing in at a whopping 66 lbs., loved the adventure and all that white fluffy stuff. We played until we were all exhausted from fighting snowdrifts and chasing lazy snowflakes.
Finally after a care free day we all settled in for a much needed nights rest. Back to our regular boring routine in the morning. The problem? The next day was anything but routine.
I got my children off to school. Started my morning cup of coffee and then the pukefest began. That giant pup created disaster zones in the kitchen, the living room and an unspeakable mess in the dining room. WTH? As I was cursing, not so much under my breath, and cleaning up said disaster, I noticed something odd. A glove in the midst of the mess? A glove!! The damn dog had eaten a glove? OMG. Time to get really upset. Dogs were not meant to eat gloves. What if he hadn’t thrown up the entire glove? It looked…odd? So I did what any good Mama would do. Held my breath, moaned and bitched, and picked my way through all the vomit. Gross does not begin to describe this affair. As I dry heaved my way through the task, a startling discovery. Little Watson had not digested a glove. It was a duck. A f*ckin duck. The cat’s duck toy to be precise. The good news, the duck appeared to be entirely intact, the bad news, that duck was no longer going to be the cats favourite toy.
Just to be safe, we hauled our Great Dane puppy to the vet, had her double check that our duck eating monster didn’t have any other stuffed creatures in his belly. All clear. Her advice, hang on tight, enjoy the ride and maybe consider some quality pet insurance. Sigh. Good thing he’s cute.
I love your story especially since I’ve been there before, sort of. My dog didn’t eat a duck, no instead the first time he ate the wild mushrooms in my backyard. No big deal you’re thinking right ? Well they were poisonous mushrooms. That vet bill was $1000 and 7 months later he collapsed on me again and he was rushed to the vet again and by coincidence we figured out that he had gotten into my macadamia nuts which are deadly for dogs. That vet bill was $1700. All this happened before he was 14 months old. I’ve had 2 dogs and both were and are million dollar dogs because their vet bills cost me a fortune. The vet trips keep happening because my fur babies keep having things happen that lands them in the vets office. It’s a good thing they take credit cards because I’m afraid some day I’ll have to sign over the deed to my house !