Sunday, October 27, 2013
McGee, The Emergency Vet and A Million Dollars
Those words are completely synonymous. Don't you think?
He is really a lucky dog that I kept him. He'd already be dead by now. He would have broken someone else's heart by now. I certainly don't regret that I am the one who cares enough about the stupid dog to clutter my house with a new decorator item, the baby gate.
Baby gates restrict access to various rooms based upon need to restrict. My Quilt Studio, of course because there is much fabric chaos in there and he can sup freely on bits and pieces of fabric and trims and small sharp utensils that make quilting easier. The Hall Bath AND the Master Bath because he has a penchant for whole Kleenex boxes. And when he get concerned about when his next meal is coming, he heads into the bathroom to eat the toilet paper. Actually he shreds it to make the bathroom a festive snowfall scene. If he could think to add blood it would look like the Attack of the Mummy vs the Zombie vs Frankenstein. He is such a dramatic dog. Another gate guards Frank's office because McGee loves to browse in the papers tossed into the recycle bin and shred them for a secondary movie scene.
In the current instance, I thought to dye two silk scarves for inclusion in the Habitat For Humanity Recycled Art Auction. They turned out were nice, really nice. Until he put a small 4 inch hole in the middle of the best one. I still had the other to include and had some ideas for creating new scarf out of the old one that he ate. I was only trying to be socially conscious, not trying to kill my dog. Really.
McGee was feeling a bit out of sorts yesterday. He ate his breakfast just fine, but by noon he refused to take his lunch bone. I took it in the name of peaceful dog interactions and replaced it with two smaller Liva Snaps. He ate those. Fifteen minutes later he threw them up. I gave him something to settle his tummy. At the 3 o'clock bone call, he wouldn't even eat the Liva Snaps. I gave himm a Metronidazole. About 4 pm violent heaves began to rack his slender body. I was trying to help him when he began to choke on something long and suspiciously looking like my Habitat Scarf covered with gastric juices. I pulled until i got resistance and yelled from Frank to bring a scissors. I cut off what I had and allowed the rest to go back down.
Off to the ER Vet. The initial x-rays showed nothing, of course you really can't see a silk scarf in an x-ray. The determination was that he remain with them. He would either vomit it or pass it the other way, or they would surgically remove the obstruction.
I keep vigil by my phone, and wait for the vet to call me. With good news, or bad. Last night he was stable. This morning he is still stable. But nothing has moved one way or the other. And they will do more x-rays this afternoon.
My poor stupid dog. I miss the darn troublemaker. He is not the most expensive dog I have had, wth the qualification of YET added on there. But he is most certainly the baddest.