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This weekend my puppy dog, Ruby, was acting strange. So I decided to keep an eye on her. After a while I noticed she was not her happy jumpy self, wasnt eating and not going to the bathroom. All she did was lay about. Then she started shaking and would not stand up.
So I took her to the emergency vet. They did x-rays which revealed nothing, and blood tests that revealed she was dehydrated. The doctor wanted to keep her overnight to give her some IV fluids and watch for any more symptoms.
At some point during the night she threw up this:
What the hell is that? You ask? Well, the reddish thing is carpet lint, and the yellow things are two sharp, hard pieces of plastic. Where the hell did they come from? Hell if I know! I'm still trying to figure that out. Damn dog would eat the house if I gave her enough time!
The doctor figures that since she barfed up these pieces there is probably still more in there but that it will move its way on through her, we just have to keep an eye on her to make sure that she doesnt get worse, which would mean these offending plastic bits had punctured something internally.
I brought her home on Sunday and I am happy to report that she is once again bouncing about, barking at squirrels and begging for snacks like a champ! I am happy that everything is good but I am angry that it cost me $310 to figure that out. grrrr!
On a lighter note, my grandmother gave me some cute little crocheted booties for Christmas, and I caught my friend Brian wearing them and took a covert photo. Here it is for all of you to enjoy!
So I took her to the emergency vet. They did x-rays which revealed nothing, and blood tests that revealed she was dehydrated. The doctor wanted to keep her overnight to give her some IV fluids and watch for any more symptoms.
At some point during the night she threw up this:
What the hell is that? You ask? Well, the reddish thing is carpet lint, and the yellow things are two sharp, hard pieces of plastic. Where the hell did they come from? Hell if I know! I'm still trying to figure that out. Damn dog would eat the house if I gave her enough time!
The doctor figures that since she barfed up these pieces there is probably still more in there but that it will move its way on through her, we just have to keep an eye on her to make sure that she doesnt get worse, which would mean these offending plastic bits had punctured something internally.
I brought her home on Sunday and I am happy to report that she is once again bouncing about, barking at squirrels and begging for snacks like a champ! I am happy that everything is good but I am angry that it cost me $310 to figure that out. grrrr!
On a lighter note, my grandmother gave me some cute little crocheted booties for Christmas, and I caught my friend Brian wearing them and took a covert photo. Here it is for all of you to enjoy!