Pins and Needles
Tuesday morning I awoke feeling a little lazy. I didn't jump up and run headlong into my bright, shiny new day. Rather, I rolled on my comfortable bed, reviewing my latest dream and listened to the sounds of my dogs shaking off their nighttime reveries. Both Jack, my mixed mutt, and Rhapsody, my mini Dachshund, sleep in my bedroom with me but Jack is frequently anxious to get the day going. In other words, she has to pee.
Nothing wrong with this, right?
Apparently, Jack the dog was impatient for me to get up on that particular morning and began her tricks to incite my annoyance. Knowing I could regret a less than hasty emergence from the bed, I dragged my sleepy butt out from under the covers and proceeded with my morning routine of teeth brushing and inserting my contacts, tossed on some clothes and called the dogs to go for our morning walk.
I immediately spied my bright red tomato-shaped pin cushion lying in Jack's crate. Stepping closer I noticed, to my horror, that about 200 pins had been pulled out. Oh my God! What had she done? I fell to the floor outside her crate door and began hastily sticking the pins back into the pin cushion wondering aloud and loudly if Jack had swallowed any of them. She was anxious to assist me in retrieving them. I pushed her away. She had snagged the pin cushion, while I lay lazily on my bed, which I had failed to keep out of her reach and secreted it away into her crate to do her destruction.
I knew this was bad, bad, bad. I watched her closely all day. Everything that came out her back end was examined though I knew it would take more than that one day. I worried, of course, that there could be a blockage or a perforation from one or many straight pins.
The next morning she began vomiting bile. Actually just two small puddles but still.... I called the vet and got an appointment to get an X-ray. Then I had to call a friend to give us a ride to the vet as I still have no car after selling everything to go on my walk thingie. I was told the X-ray would cost $150. I rifled through the places where I stick my money. I came up with $125. I called my credit card and discovered I had a grand slam amount of $28 in credit. Whatever, it would be enough.
I called Jack to me and cuddled with her and told her how much I loved her and that she was the best dog ever. (I was lying through my teeth but she didn't know that.) Should she require surgery to remove anything, it should be obvious to my reader that I did not have the resources to handle that.
So as I waited for my ride to show up, I alternately prayed and tried not to think about it as I know "thoughts become things".
We arrived at the vet's office and she was ushered to the back for her glamour shots and that is when I nearly broke down. Nearly. About 15 min later the vet comes in looking all, well, less-than-jubilant. I figured the worse.
But NO! All was well. Not one pin in her tummy! The THANK YOU GOD dance began. I'm still thanking God as Jack snoozes nearby.
I'm still unsure why the vet had to look so let down. W H A T E V E R !!!! AND the bill was actually $227. This required some creative juggling and borrowing from my friend but all is well.
Yes indeed, all is well. Look at that smile.
Nothing wrong with this, right?
Apparently, Jack the dog was impatient for me to get up on that particular morning and began her tricks to incite my annoyance. Knowing I could regret a less than hasty emergence from the bed, I dragged my sleepy butt out from under the covers and proceeded with my morning routine of teeth brushing and inserting my contacts, tossed on some clothes and called the dogs to go for our morning walk.
I immediately spied my bright red tomato-shaped pin cushion lying in Jack's crate. Stepping closer I noticed, to my horror, that about 200 pins had been pulled out. Oh my God! What had she done? I fell to the floor outside her crate door and began hastily sticking the pins back into the pin cushion wondering aloud and loudly if Jack had swallowed any of them. She was anxious to assist me in retrieving them. I pushed her away. She had snagged the pin cushion, while I lay lazily on my bed, which I had failed to keep out of her reach and secreted it away into her crate to do her destruction.
I knew this was bad, bad, bad. I watched her closely all day. Everything that came out her back end was examined though I knew it would take more than that one day. I worried, of course, that there could be a blockage or a perforation from one or many straight pins.
The next morning she began vomiting bile. Actually just two small puddles but still.... I called the vet and got an appointment to get an X-ray. Then I had to call a friend to give us a ride to the vet as I still have no car after selling everything to go on my walk thingie. I was told the X-ray would cost $150. I rifled through the places where I stick my money. I came up with $125. I called my credit card and discovered I had a grand slam amount of $28 in credit. Whatever, it would be enough.
I called Jack to me and cuddled with her and told her how much I loved her and that she was the best dog ever. (I was lying through my teeth but she didn't know that.) Should she require surgery to remove anything, it should be obvious to my reader that I did not have the resources to handle that.
So as I waited for my ride to show up, I alternately prayed and tried not to think about it as I know "thoughts become things".
We arrived at the vet's office and she was ushered to the back for her glamour shots and that is when I nearly broke down. Nearly. About 15 min later the vet comes in looking all, well, less-than-jubilant. I figured the worse.
But NO! All was well. Not one pin in her tummy! The THANK YOU GOD dance began. I'm still thanking God as Jack snoozes nearby.
I'm still unsure why the vet had to look so let down. W H A T E V E R !!!! AND the bill was actually $227. This required some creative juggling and borrowing from my friend but all is well.
Yes indeed, all is well. Look at that smile.
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