Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts

Friday, November 20, 2009

I'm a bad fur mommy...

If any of you follow my tweets (@ihatepinkmom or look in the lower right corner of my blog) you will be aware that the other day I found a suspicious looking "chocolate sprinkle" aka mouse turd in my bathroom. Anyone who's had a mouse knows that you must nip the problem in the bud IMMEDIATELY or you will never get rid of the damn things. So I promptly put out some mouse bait that we had on hand, from last year's garage mouse. I put it behind the garbage can in my bathroom, and then made sure to keep the door closed during the day. I didn't want my kids or dogs getting into it. At night I left the door open, so the mouse could feast on his last supper while the dogs were crated and the kids in bed. All went according to plan, and I found small nibble marks last night on the poison. I was feeling very triumphant!
This morning I went to take my shower while the dogs were still crated, so the door was open. My son let the dogs out of the cage when he came down while I was in the shower. I get out of the shower, dry off, and head for the bedroom to get dressed when I see the puppy eating something green. At first I thought it was a crayon. There were only tiny crumbs left scattered on the carpet. Suddenly, I had a flash of recognition, and I ran to the bathroom. NO POISON! "SHIT, OH $#@%! OH NO, OH CRAP WHAT DO I DO?" I grabbed my phone and called the vet. She told me I need to make her throw up, and to make her drink hydrogen peroxide until she does. Luckily I just bought a new bottle last week. Seriously, I had only like a 1/4" in the bottom of the old bottle a few days ago. If I hadn't this whole thing could have been worse. So I use a syringe and force the peroxide down her throat, while she tries to bite my hand off to keep that nasty stuff out of her mouth. (Puppy teeth are so sharp and I don't know how she didn't cut the skin.) She throws up the poison after about 5 syringes of it, and then I had to wait 15 min and start over. This time no poison left. Then I realize that one of the other dogs could have licked up some of the poison that I didn't vacuum up yet (thank goodness the baby was still asleep!)
I force peroxide down the male Boston (Edward) and he throws up. Nothing. Phew! Now the female. Let me just tell you that she is THE hardest dog to give anything to orally. It takes 3 vet techs to hold her down and give her a worming pill at the doctor and she only weighs 13 pounds. This was a serious battle. After the second syringe of her fighting me and pushing it out of her mouth, I just started tearing up. Thinking to myself. "OH MY GOD SHE MIGHT DIE, BECAUSE I CAN'T GET HER TO TAKE THIS." I finally mustered the strength to get a 3rd syringe full down her throat. And then I waited to see if it would work. (The peroxide foams when it contacts the hydrochloric acid in your stomach, which then fills up your stomach so much it causes vomiting.)
Finally after 5 minutes, she threw up. The first batch showed nothing, and I thought I just went through all that for nothing. The second batch....one tiny fleck of poison. I don't know if that would have been enough to kill her, but it certainly wouldn't have been good. Since the poison causes internal hemorrhage it would have been difficult to tell anything was wrong until it did a lot of damage.
Now the funny part. The whole time I was doing that I was naked. Never got to the point of getting dressed. So by the time the whole thing was over I had to take another shower. I was covered in a rash (just had my allergy shots yesterday, and am allergic to dogs), and hydrogen peroxide. I took a pic of my arm to show you, but it was literally everywhere.

This is 3 bags of barf & the paper towels it took to clean it up. Yay.

Then I had to rush out of the house, to get to Lillie's 9 month check up. I'm still having an anxiety attack 4 hrs later.

The dogs are fine. They are playing outside like nothing ever happened. Don't call the Animal Police.

Friday, October 30, 2009

Puppy love?

Someone smack me on the head. What the hell was I thinking getting a puppy? I must have lost my damn mind for a while. I mean sure puppies are cute and all, but the chewing, and the razor sharp puppy teeth. Oh and don't even get me started on the accidents in the house. I'm so tired of cleaning up pee! Just when I think she's getting the hang of it...Squish! That's me stepping in a freshly urine soaked carpet. Or god forbid I don't see it, and literally smell it later. It gets this nasty chicken soupy smell to it...gagarific.

This is supposed to be my husband's dog, but he does NOTHING to take care of her. Today I called him and said "I don't know what to do with this dog! She keeps tackling Byron and gnawing on him. Now he won't go outside to play, and I'm going crazy with him in the house!"

Do you know what he said to me? "Maybe you should go outside and play with her?" Oh. No. He. Didn't.

The guy who doesn't do anything to take care of her is criticizing the fact that I haven't walked her that day. Grrrrrrr....

So then I hung up on him, took a shower and walked her. Because I needed the walk to straighten my attitude out anyway. As I was walking with my beastly double stroller, and three dogs, a car rolled up on me very slowly and paced me for a bit. It was filled with 3 men (one with a lazy eye) who just leered at me and smiled. Totally creeped me out, and I gave them a healthy dose of stink eye. It's the curse of having this white girl ghetto booty. It draws unwanted attention, and smacks.

But then later it made me feel good to know that I'm still worthy of leering. I mean it's better they leer then bark at me out the window right?