i bought a pack of the extra cool green apple gum today. i partook of a piece, and it was actually better than i thought it would be. then, i sat down with a friend to watch jarhead and decided a few minutes later that i was done with my piece - i had been chewing it for an hour and a half or so.
i got up to throw it out, and saw something shiny and green on the floor.
turns out ernie thought it smelled delish, and took it upon himself to eat the remaining thirteen pieces in the pack. (product plug - we all find it delicious!)
thirteen pieces of gum.
thinking of waferbaby and dash's incident with the cob of corn, and having seen too many episodes of emergency vets i decided to call the vet, lest 13 pieces of gum, say, block his intestines.
the tech who answered the phone said that she thought he'd be able to pass the gum just fine and that the foil wrapper wouldnt hurt him. whew. much cheaper than GI surgery on a mutt i got for free on a horse farm 6 years ago.
then she said, let me just double check with the vet.
turns out the artificial sweetner can cause a bad reaction in dogs and doggo needed to yak that gum out ASAP.
$5, a half bottle of peroxide, a turkey baster, projectile vomiting, and a mental note to change my clothes before i try to make the dog barf later, we got the gum out of the dog.
the same way it went in.
mmmm, that smells delicious!
Posted by
heatherfeather
Friday, March 10, 2006
11 comments:
Good name for a band: Making Dogs Vomit
Oh, poor Blernie. I'll bet he thinks it was worth the vomiting, though.
A turkey baster? whoa.
that's hardcore!
I'm sure the dog was very confused as to what you were doing. You're a good owner!
just stopping by to say an extra hello!!!
love you!
that imagery has inspired me to write a sonnet dedicated to it.
here, here, a turkey baster
there, there, vomit
vomit, thou art so lovely
in you there is undeniable beauty and love, and a pack of gum with the wrappers still on them.
vomit!
there, done! who likes? come on, who??
makes me thankful nawa just eats socks and barfs them up on her own.
hahaha...erik, that was quite lovely.
i used to have an imaginary friend named cathy.
POOR ERNIE!! POOR YOU!!
Eew. The only thing worse than being the victim of vomit is having to inflict the victimhood upon yourself. Thanks for a good laugh on a Monday morning, though. Quite nice.
jarhead...
*sigh*
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