Welcome to my diary!
My diary of a middle aged puppy mom.
Stories of events that keep happening, which hopefully will keep you laughing, while sharing will prayerfully work a lot like cheap therapy for me. #agirlcandream
Let me tell you about the day…
MY DOG ATE A SOCK –
VET’S OFFICE: “Mapleshade Animal Hospital, Stephanie speaking – how may I help you?”
ME: “Hi Stephanie, it’s Cathy – My dog ate a sock!”
My tone was relaxed and unruffled. Similar to when your youngest child runs into the house with a bloody nose and you never stop stirring the spaghetti sauce.
You never let go of the spoon as you threaten to kill him if he gets blood on the carpet on his way to the bathroom. #thatwasme
A totally different parenting style from the first born. Years ago the sauce would have been abandoned and ruined for fear my baby boy was going to die from a nose bleed.
It was the same with Harley. His medical jacket could easily be mistaken for an 85 year old hypertensive, diabetic, overweight, asthmatic, hypochondriac. It’s that thick.
Not because he’s a sickly dog, but because he’s my first dog.
Harley’s got to be the only puppy who sneezed on a summer night making Doodle Dad sweat like crazy because I turned the air conditioner off. #truestories
But with Jax, at my age, he doesn’t get a new recruit as a Doodle Mom, he get’s a seasoned veteran. One who’s seen “almost” all the action, one who has learned to pace hysteria! #gotthetshirt
So when Doodle Dad started yelling like the sky was falling, I knew something was up, but I didn’t panic.
I got downstairs (barely in time) to see a smidgen of a sock disappear into his mouth.
Had this been Harley, I would have danced in place babbling continuously “what should I do, what should I do?”
But this was not “new” me, this was “old” me. I calmly pried his mouth open with two fingers and used my other hand to reach down his throat, grab the athletic accessory and pull it out. #yesIdid
Full of confidence, self gratification with a side of conceit, I looked at my husband and said “that’s all you had to do!”
Imagine my surprise when he snapped back, “that was the second sock, he already swallowed the first one.”
NEVER LET THEM SEE YOU SWEAT –
Isn’t that what they always say?
I mumbled something like – “no worries, it will either come out the back or the way it went in. He’ll be fine.”
Alone in my room, I quickly dialed the vet’s office to find out if what I just rattled off to impress my husband was in fact the truth.
NOT AT ALL –
Stephanie insisted I speak to a vet tech immediately.
Did you know?
- A sock can rest in the stomach of a puppy for approx. 60-90 minutes
- A sock can travel to the intestines
- A sock can get lodged in the intestines
- A sock can cause expensive and dangerous emergency surgery if it reaches the intestines
I had no idea.
The young and new me would have told the vet – “I’m on my way”
The older and seasoned me said – “what do I need to do?” #datsright
According to the vet tech, I had about 30 minutes to resurrect the sock before it left the stomach and traveled into the intestinal track.
10-12 minutes later I’m back from CVS with a bottle of Hydrogen Peroxide and a syringe.
Jaxson has to consume at least 2 tablespoons of Peroxide if we’re gonna be successful.
20 minutes gone. #ticktock
I grab the CVS bag, poop bags, baby wipes and we head outside on the deck.
I fill the syringe, tell him I’m really sorry for this huge inconvenience as I administer his first dose.
Jax shakes his head trying to get the bitter taste out of his mouth and then belches in my face.
5 minutes left on my 60 minute clock. I prepare the second dose.
For those of you who’ve never used Peroxide as a means to induce vomiting, let me tell you – it really works! #realdealholyfield
As I can tighten the top on the bottle, Jax gives me this quizzical look, sits down, opens his mouth and #whoopthereitis…
- Hydrogen Peroxide? $2.39
- Syringe? FREE
- Moment when you surprise yourself? PRICELESS
I’m beginning to appreciate this whole “middle aged puppy mom” thang!
More and more I’m relating to that famous quote by Richelle Mead:
I’m like fine wine. I get better with age. The best is yet to come.
As for my little “Fruit of the Loom” bandit –
I’m using socks to re-inforce the “leave it” command…
And Harley has guard duty on laundry day…
*I am not a veterinarian, please do not try this at home. Should your pet consume something he/she shouldn’t – seek professional help from your veterinarian.
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