Dogs: Today's Grand Adventure!
The girls had the bright idea of eating an entire box of rat poison today.
We came home around 2:30 or 3 and soon after Kali walked up to me with the empty and half chewed box, and dropped it at my feet.
Which is when we noticed there were tiny blue pieces and some powder over the carpet in the family room. Upon examining their gums for discoloration, it was Onyx (see: The Good Dog) who had copious amounts of poison still stuck to her teeth and gums. Kali's mouth appeared to be as clean as when I brushed her teeth the other day.
Now, while I was still working at PetSmart... we found out the hard way that 99% of vets and emergency clinics in the area were no longer open on Sunday. I remember all too well the panic among the management team to find one when there would be an incident in the salon on a Sunday, or if a customer came in to ask.
With that memory in my mind, I don't think it really needs to be said that I was freaking the shit out?
Luckily, the automated message for our normal vet was able to lead us to an emergency vet that was open, and we were able to take the dogs in.
Girls went in, were forced to vomit, we found that both had indeed eaten the poison, both were fed charcoal, and both will be on Vitamin K for the next 4 weeks.
We have to take them to their normal vet later on this week for a refill on the Vitamin K (we were only given a week's supply) and to check for any symptoms of the poison.
But for right now, they're fine, just exhausted. When they brought them back to us in the examination room, both of them promptly splayed out on the floor and were very reluctant to move. To quote my mother after the nurse commented on how clearly exhausted they were by the experience "Serves them right."
Another note of luck is that the vet told us that of the brands of poison for them to get into, the one that we had bought was the best. Still poison, but it was not immediately life threatening for them.
Neither of these dogs are prone to getting into things. Onyx especially does not get into things. This was a brand new box of poison, in a wrapper, in a plastic bag. According to my mother, it's apparently been there for weeks.
They also dug the new bags of mouse traps out and left them across the house. And they got into the pantry and dragged a box of treats out, which they did not appear to eat much of (already 1/3 empty, now about 1/2 empty). After tearing the house apart, we have not found anything else, or any remnants of poison other than what my father cleaned up in the family room.
Stupid.
Dogs.
We came home around 2:30 or 3 and soon after Kali walked up to me with the empty and half chewed box, and dropped it at my feet.
Which is when we noticed there were tiny blue pieces and some powder over the carpet in the family room. Upon examining their gums for discoloration, it was Onyx (see: The Good Dog) who had copious amounts of poison still stuck to her teeth and gums. Kali's mouth appeared to be as clean as when I brushed her teeth the other day.
Now, while I was still working at PetSmart... we found out the hard way that 99% of vets and emergency clinics in the area were no longer open on Sunday. I remember all too well the panic among the management team to find one when there would be an incident in the salon on a Sunday, or if a customer came in to ask.
With that memory in my mind, I don't think it really needs to be said that I was freaking the shit out?
Luckily, the automated message for our normal vet was able to lead us to an emergency vet that was open, and we were able to take the dogs in.
Girls went in, were forced to vomit, we found that both had indeed eaten the poison, both were fed charcoal, and both will be on Vitamin K for the next 4 weeks.
We have to take them to their normal vet later on this week for a refill on the Vitamin K (we were only given a week's supply) and to check for any symptoms of the poison.
But for right now, they're fine, just exhausted. When they brought them back to us in the examination room, both of them promptly splayed out on the floor and were very reluctant to move. To quote my mother after the nurse commented on how clearly exhausted they were by the experience "Serves them right."
Another note of luck is that the vet told us that of the brands of poison for them to get into, the one that we had bought was the best. Still poison, but it was not immediately life threatening for them.
Neither of these dogs are prone to getting into things. Onyx especially does not get into things. This was a brand new box of poison, in a wrapper, in a plastic bag. According to my mother, it's apparently been there for weeks.
They also dug the new bags of mouse traps out and left them across the house. And they got into the pantry and dragged a box of treats out, which they did not appear to eat much of (already 1/3 empty, now about 1/2 empty). After tearing the house apart, we have not found anything else, or any remnants of poison other than what my father cleaned up in the family room.
Stupid.
Dogs.