This will be the first in an occasional series of short posts detailing the bizarre things pets will eat. Of course they will also eat terrible and harmful things, but I will stick to the more amusing stories that have a good outcome, so you can happily read without fear of needing to keep a box of tissues nearby.
The most recent entrant into the "He Ate What...???" Hall of Fame was Bouncer Rodgers. Bouncer is an aptly named young black Lab cross who was actually seen by one of my colleagues in the practice rather than me, but I was there and heard everything and I know she won't mind me using this story.
Bouncer was rushed in by Mrs. Rodgers one otherwise quiet Monday afternoon.
"I don't what's wrong with him! He was fine this morning and then just now I found him staggering, barely able to stand!"
Sure enough, although Bouncer could walk, he was extremely wobbly and kept falling over. His pupils were dilated and he had a facial expression that could only be read as pathetic confusion. As Bouncer was young and otherwise healthy my colleague immediately suspected poisoning and told Mrs. Rodgers that the next step was to induce vomiting. Mrs Rodgers readily agreed and the hapless Bouncer was taken into the treatment area to have his stomach emptied.
It's not always that easy to induce vomiting (nor is it always recommended - check with a veterinarian before trying to do it yourself), but with Bouncer it was gratifyingly easy and gratifyingly productive. Out came an enormous wad of green plant material and a small shiny tan coloured object.
Marijuana and a condom.
My colleague debated briefly how to present this information to Mrs. Rodgers, a conservative looking middle aged woman, but decided that the direct approach is always the best. There was a moment of silence as Mrs. Rodgers processed this. After being reassured that Bouncer would quickly make a full recovery her facial expression changed from concern to bewilderment to dawning realization to anger in a matter of seconds. It was like watching time lapse video of weather systems.
"My son! My son's room is in the basement. Bouncer was down there this morning..."
An hour or so later a very tall, very skinny, very ashen faced red-haired teenager came in to check on Bouncer. He didn't say anything to his mother and he studiously avoided making eye contact with any of the staff...
The most recent entrant into the "He Ate What...???" Hall of Fame was Bouncer Rodgers. Bouncer is an aptly named young black Lab cross who was actually seen by one of my colleagues in the practice rather than me, but I was there and heard everything and I know she won't mind me using this story.
Bouncer was rushed in by Mrs. Rodgers one otherwise quiet Monday afternoon.
"I don't what's wrong with him! He was fine this morning and then just now I found him staggering, barely able to stand!"
Sure enough, although Bouncer could walk, he was extremely wobbly and kept falling over. His pupils were dilated and he had a facial expression that could only be read as pathetic confusion. As Bouncer was young and otherwise healthy my colleague immediately suspected poisoning and told Mrs. Rodgers that the next step was to induce vomiting. Mrs Rodgers readily agreed and the hapless Bouncer was taken into the treatment area to have his stomach emptied.
It's not always that easy to induce vomiting (nor is it always recommended - check with a veterinarian before trying to do it yourself), but with Bouncer it was gratifyingly easy and gratifyingly productive. Out came an enormous wad of green plant material and a small shiny tan coloured object.
Marijuana and a condom.
My colleague debated briefly how to present this information to Mrs. Rodgers, a conservative looking middle aged woman, but decided that the direct approach is always the best. There was a moment of silence as Mrs. Rodgers processed this. After being reassured that Bouncer would quickly make a full recovery her facial expression changed from concern to bewilderment to dawning realization to anger in a matter of seconds. It was like watching time lapse video of weather systems.
"My son! My son's room is in the basement. Bouncer was down there this morning..."
An hour or so later a very tall, very skinny, very ashen faced red-haired teenager came in to check on Bouncer. He didn't say anything to his mother and he studiously avoided making eye contact with any of the staff...
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