in which my dog is a retard and nobody is surprised.
So we took muttface to the vet tonight. Mum called me out from the back room and was freaking out about Titan looking like he was trying to retch something up. My hand down his throat didn’t seem to help any (okay so I didn’t actually stick my hand down his throat but I did pull his jaws apart to see what I could see) and he kept twisting his tongue around to the side so I figured vet time. We piled the dog into the car and off we went, him twisting his tongue and batting at his jaw with his paws the entire time. Lyn was thinking, because the boys (being matthew and his filthy hippy friend shaun) had broken a glass outside, that Titan’d chewed on some glass and I was thinking he same thing.
Turns out, when we get him there, I finally get a good look at what he’s got in his mouth. Now I’m not going to ruin the surprise just yet, so I’ll continue on with the story. We get titan to the vet (after much slipping and sliding around in the back because he will NOT sit) and we get him up the stairs, where we are regaled with the story of the cat with the fishhook through its mouth. So the vets take Titan out the back, and he’s quite happily being a giant huggy slut for everyone.
Meanwhile, while we’re waiting for the extraction of Titan’s mouth visitor, we see a car accident victim and the CUTEST DAMN LAB CROSS I HAVE EVER SEEN WTF SO CUTE AUGH FLOPPY EARS anyway as I was saying. Titan’s mouth visitor is removed after they’ve sedated him and they bring it out to show us.
Lets just say Titan’s career as a seamstress came to a short and rather abrupt end. He’d managed to get a needle to go through his tongue not once, but TWICE, effectively sewing a piece of black thread into his mouth. For an amateur piercing job, he didn’t do too badly. Considering what this dog has eaten, I’m surprise he’s not dead yet. But the story continues.
We get him ready to go home and he’s stumbling around like a drunk. They had to sedate him to get said needle out (the thread was still attached when they came to show us so I was rather impressed) and he’s not quite out of it when they let us take him home. He makes it down the stairs just fine (After a headlong tilt) and staggers getting into the backseat but I figured he’d be okay and we could just go home.
we get a grand total of three feet in the car before he decides being upright is no fun and tries to make friends with mum’s seat. So I, being the concerned, compassionate older sister (who was laughing her ass off) clambered into the back with him and he flopped on me for the rest of the ride. We get him home and THEN he decides to be grumpy, growling and snarling and being enough of a shit for me to start to get concerned again. But no, the little bastard’s just curled up in his bed.
And we have confirmation that he is FAT. Nearly 40 kilos. 86 pounds wtf. FAT DOG.
So that was tonight’s adventure :D
Turns out, when we get him there, I finally get a good look at what he’s got in his mouth. Now I’m not going to ruin the surprise just yet, so I’ll continue on with the story. We get titan to the vet (after much slipping and sliding around in the back because he will NOT sit) and we get him up the stairs, where we are regaled with the story of the cat with the fishhook through its mouth. So the vets take Titan out the back, and he’s quite happily being a giant huggy slut for everyone.
Meanwhile, while we’re waiting for the extraction of Titan’s mouth visitor, we see a car accident victim and the CUTEST DAMN LAB CROSS I HAVE EVER SEEN WTF SO CUTE AUGH FLOPPY EARS anyway as I was saying. Titan’s mouth visitor is removed after they’ve sedated him and they bring it out to show us.
Lets just say Titan’s career as a seamstress came to a short and rather abrupt end. He’d managed to get a needle to go through his tongue not once, but TWICE, effectively sewing a piece of black thread into his mouth. For an amateur piercing job, he didn’t do too badly. Considering what this dog has eaten, I’m surprise he’s not dead yet. But the story continues.
We get him ready to go home and he’s stumbling around like a drunk. They had to sedate him to get said needle out (the thread was still attached when they came to show us so I was rather impressed) and he’s not quite out of it when they let us take him home. He makes it down the stairs just fine (After a headlong tilt) and staggers getting into the backseat but I figured he’d be okay and we could just go home.
we get a grand total of three feet in the car before he decides being upright is no fun and tries to make friends with mum’s seat. So I, being the concerned, compassionate older sister (who was laughing her ass off) clambered into the back with him and he flopped on me for the rest of the ride. We get him home and THEN he decides to be grumpy, growling and snarling and being enough of a shit for me to start to get concerned again. But no, the little bastard’s just curled up in his bed.
And we have confirmation that he is FAT. Nearly 40 kilos. 86 pounds wtf. FAT DOG.
So that was tonight’s adventure :D