This is my dog.
As you may recall, he looks nothing like Gwyneth Paltrow’s lady parts.
This is my jar of Crayola Crayons.
Isn’t it pretty?
And this is what happened when the two got together for a little intestinal par-tay.
Not my favorite way to start the day.
At least this time we didn’t have to go to the vet. My vet is on speed dial because of this dog and his dietary habits.
Listen, this dog is trouble. He eats ANYTHING. Socks. Little People. Cat litter. He has a special affinity for dirty tissues….he’ll watch you blow your nose or wipe a kid’s nose and he’ll follow that dirty tissue with his chocolate brown eyes. Then he’ll wait until you are distracted and he’ll snatch that booger-bundle right out of your hand. He can wiggle his snout into the tightest or deepest of pockets for a tissue. Then he’ll gobble it up and poop out a folded swan napkin the next day. Not really sure how he does that, but it is a sight to behold.
That reminds me of the time the kids and I were stringing popcorn garlands to hang on the Christmas tree. Oooh-weee, that makes me sound like such a good Mommy, doesn’t it? Well don’t kid yourselves, I was probably drunk while we were doing it. Anyhooo, we were using upholstery thread and real sewing needles and listening to The Chipmunks Christmas album (which is probably why I was drinking), and the next thing I knew, Klepto starts crying, “Mommy! My popcorn is gone!” That dog was stalking her…like a lion on the savannah, waiting patiently for her guard to be lowered, and then, the pounce and the dash. That so’mbitch swallowed her whole garland: popcorn, thread, and needle, faster than you could say “Turn that God-awful music down and pour Mommy some more eggnog!”
When I called the vet I learned that the needle wasn’t really the most dangerous part of this equation…it was the thread. Apparently, if your pet doesn’t pass the thread all at once, it can cause the intestines to bunch up and lose blood flow. If that happens, the animal will die. So there are two choices, poop out the thread, or perform surgery. Time is of the essence in a case like this. It has to be passed within 24 hours, or the risk goes way up. And intestinal surgery is risky at best due to the high likelihood of infection (poop = bacteria). The vet advised that I “watch the dog closely for the next 24 hours and if part of the string comes out, no matter what, DO NOT PULL IT.” Um, yeah. Santa is practically on his way and Dr. Doolittle wants me to drop everything and focus on my dog’s pooper? I believe my reply was something like this:
“Hmmm, interesting idea. Or, how ’bout this. Why don’t I bring him to YOU and you all can watch him for the next 24 hours while I wrap presents and bake cookies. It is five days before Christmas! I have more important things to do than wait for this asshole, pardon the pun, to poop out my Martha Stewart Homemade Christmas Garland. I’ll see you in five minutes.”
Lord, I know that sounds very insensitive, but seriously, I didn’t ask that dog to eat the string and I shouldn’t have to be held hostage by his butt-hole five days before Christmas while we wait to see if he is gonna live or die. That is not the Norman Rockwell painting I envisioned when we rescued this beast from the Humane Society.
Long story short, we got our Christmas Miracle that year. The dog passed the garland: thread, needle, and all. He didn’t die. And that was a “Good Thing.”
Microwave Popcorn: $2.49
Upholstery Thread: $0.99
Sewing Needles: $0.49
Vet Exam and Radiographs: $128
Not having to watch my dog pass that nasty garland or tell the kids that he died 5 days before Christmas: Priceless.
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