In case you were not aware, my husband and i foster rescued basset hounds. i do realize the radomness of this statement but i cannot tell a lie. Charlotte, our most recent basset hound, is a one year old that is very much still a puppy. she is known for constantly getting into things. The nice thing about having a puppy in our household is our 2 1/2 year old mutt dog, Luna has a play mate to play rough and tumble tug-o-war with my underwear.
A few weeks ago, on a Saturday afternoon, Pocket and I came home from errands and noticed that our dogs had thrown up this weird whitish gray vomit. weird, but we weren't too concerned. Then, Charlotte continued to throw up bright blue chunks of something. When we were cleaning it up i noticed that the bright blue was pieces of her LEASH! while in the backyard she must have chewed up her leash somehow and decided to eat it. ...you know because blue nylon is as scrumptious as a Thanksgiving dinner, don't you think? Upon further inspection of the backyard we noticed that an entire container of plumbers putty had been demolished and only a sliver of the packaging was left.
"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! They are going to die!" so we rushed them into the emergency vet clinic. It was now Saturday night and raining and the only thing that would have made things worse was if we got a flat tire on the way to the vet.
"we better xray, Charlotte" the vet says. "This is all the fixings of a bowel obstruction."
$350 later, Charlotte and Luna was given a clean bill of health and Pocket and I were on poop patrol.
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