We have a new nickname for our dog.
And it started like this ...
I wake up to diarrhea in the living room early one morning (by early I mean like 4am) ... I clean up as much as I can while calling my dog names I won't repeat here. Decided the carpet cleaner would be making an appearance when I got up for good.
Wake up at 7am to even MORE to clean up. This time the names were not called under my breath. They were pretty loud. I then made the decision that instead of carpet cleaning solution .. I would just go ahead and put bleach in as the cleaner. I mean .. what's more clean than bleach right? I'm feeling pretty ingenious ... until I realize something is very wrong. No not that I am bleaching the carpets .. but that there is NO water left in the machine ... and NO water back in the machine either. Right. The carpet cleaner picked just the most appropriate time to break. Leaving an entire gallon of water and bleach on the carpet. In one concentrated area.
I look at the dog. She runs. But as she's running I realize she's a mess. One - her fur is so long it's forming dreads. So dreads and diarrhea don't mix.
Hayley ... this is YOUR dog. Get up and make her an appointment at the groomer. NOW.
I look back at the carpets and then leave. Because really ... if I leave ... go get a good work out in ..and come back ... I'm pretty sure the carpet cleaner will magically fix itself and start working again.
I'm shocked it didn't work out that way. Which meant back out for a new carpet cleaner. Did you know you actually have to put those things together after you buy them?
Then the phone rings. Yeah .. hey you gotta come pick up your dog. We keep having to give her a bath .. she is sick. She's throwing up and has diarrhea. Huh. Okay. Go pick her up. We can't charge you for this. And she brings Sophie out. They shaved the main part of her body ... before she started puking. Didn't get to the rest. She's got dreads all over her face. The fur on her paws is so long. Her tail looks like she's a mutt that walked out of the homeless shelter. Huh. I am so embarrassed walking out with this creature in my arms. But she smells good. After four baths.
Get home. Put her outside while I finish the carpets. She doesn't look good.
It then starts snowing. When I mean starts ... I mean like a blizzard. This becomes important in a minute.
Around 1 am .. Hayley wakes me up. Mom ... Sophie is now having diarrhea in the form of blood. It was everywhere. Okay. Well. I guess this means a trip to the pet ER. You know... in the blizzard.
No problem. In a blizzard.
Next day I ask everyone in the house if anyone knows of anything Sophie could have eaten.
Eli .. I don't know. But it could be "Ed". Ed? Yeah .. I went to king soopers and got a whole rotisserie chicken to eat for myself. Remember? Yes I do? Wellll... I didn't eat it all. But I named him Ed. Okay Eli? Well ... I threw it away in the trash and then I caught Sophie eating the whole thing. Like bones and all.
Okay. Good to know.
Vet confirms this. Xrays. Chicken bones. Chicken fat causing pancreatitis. We have to keep her hooked up to IV's for another day.
Awesome. I don't even ask what the cost is going to be.
Eventually get to pick her up. Would you like me to read you the detailed list of the charges? Sure. Half way through page one. Just stop. Tell me how many millions of dollars I'm giving you.
$1300.00 Right. Awesome. Refuse? Nah - you can have her. What do I do ... but give her my card. Slowly .. as I hold on to one end ... and she's pulling at it with the other.
But guess what? Sophie is going to live. And I have a new carpet cleaner. And eventually she got to go back to the groomer. But only after finishing her meds almost two weeks later.
Every time someone walked in the house "OMG .. what's wrong with your dog?".
You mean the "GRINCH"?
It did provide entertainment for a couple of weeks. You couldn't help but laugh when she would walk by. The boys wouldn't pet her. Eli says "Sophie stop looking at me" and then I remind him that it's his fault she looks like that. Hayley made meme's with her picture ...
2 comments:
Oh poor Sophie! And I feel bad for your wallet too...
OK, that was EXPENSIVE! But I will try to remember never to let any of our animals at a chicken carcass we throw into the trash. I'm a little different than you. Whenever I encounter one of our animals having problems with liquid nasty coming out either the front of back ends, I throw them outside first thing. Then clean. Then go back to sleep and forget them until morning.
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