Post Spam #4: At Home Eating Bon Bons
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talktoolooseHere's the story of how the dog almost died last week.
Since the cat died last February, Klondike has been bored and is more likely to engage in shenanigans while we're at work. I blogged previously about how he ate all the high fibre cereal one day. After that, he took to raiding the kitchen table for any food left there, an impressive feat for a short-legged dog.
As a result, we have developed the habit of inspecting the table and environs for food before we leave the house (as well as giving him his Kong toy loaded with a quantity of peanut butter for him to dig for with his anteater-like tongue).
The food that almost killed him was still in its original wrapping and unopened. It was on the table and had been buried in a pile of mail at the corner where we lost sight of its existence.
When we came home at dinner, we found that the dog had eaten almost a pound of 70% chocolate. The fact that chocolate is poisonous for dogs was a freefloating factoid at the edge of our remembrance. It wasn't a warning we had ever received explicitly. Still, we Googled it and found out why the dog was not in great shape.
I took him to the Veterinarian Emergency Clinic on Yonge Street where they recorded a heartbeat of 240. He was shaking, hyper, his eyes and gums were red. He was put in ICU for the night with a catheter to keep the poisonous fluid from staying too long in his bladder where it could be reabsorbed. He was given meds to lower his heart rate before he went into seizures or cardiac arrest.
I was told to call the vet between 6 and 7 am and you can bet that by 5, I was already awake counting the minutes. He was fine and responding well to the meds. I picked him up after work that night and since then, we have been appreciating him mightily.
...as long as we don't think how much it cost.
Since the cat died last February, Klondike has been bored and is more likely to engage in shenanigans while we're at work. I blogged previously about how he ate all the high fibre cereal one day. After that, he took to raiding the kitchen table for any food left there, an impressive feat for a short-legged dog.
As a result, we have developed the habit of inspecting the table and environs for food before we leave the house (as well as giving him his Kong toy loaded with a quantity of peanut butter for him to dig for with his anteater-like tongue).
The food that almost killed him was still in its original wrapping and unopened. It was on the table and had been buried in a pile of mail at the corner where we lost sight of its existence.
When we came home at dinner, we found that the dog had eaten almost a pound of 70% chocolate. The fact that chocolate is poisonous for dogs was a freefloating factoid at the edge of our remembrance. It wasn't a warning we had ever received explicitly. Still, we Googled it and found out why the dog was not in great shape.
I took him to the Veterinarian Emergency Clinic on Yonge Street where they recorded a heartbeat of 240. He was shaking, hyper, his eyes and gums were red. He was put in ICU for the night with a catheter to keep the poisonous fluid from staying too long in his bladder where it could be reabsorbed. He was given meds to lower his heart rate before he went into seizures or cardiac arrest.
I was told to call the vet between 6 and 7 am and you can bet that by 5, I was already awake counting the minutes. He was fine and responding well to the meds. I picked him up after work that night and since then, we have been appreciating him mightily.
...as long as we don't think how much it cost.
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Date: 2008-06-04 04:29 pm (UTC)Such a couple!
Hug for the pup from you when I get home. I'll let him know who it's from.