Of course I’d never really be inhumane to an animal, but I swear, my dog has driven me closer to homicidal rage than I ever dreamed I could get.
Long story short: Over a week a ago, my dog just stops eating. He refuses any and all food. We go to the vet. Physical exams, blood tests, and x-rays reveal nothing. The vet is stumped. . It’s been awhile since the dog has eaten, he’s lost nearly 10 lbs., and he’s dehydrated. The doctor suspects some sort of lower GI system blockage, and though he claims to not be a very big fan of exploratory surgery, we’re down to the wire. So the vet opens him up
Today (a week and 2 days later), the vet finishes the surgery and gives me a call. As he suspected, the lower intestine was blocked. What was this terrible foreign body that invaded my poor little pup’s tummy?
A whole sock. A sock just like the countless others I have wrestled away from him over the past year. He knows he’s not supposed to get the socks. Yet he somehow eludes my best efforts to keep him from the laundry basket. And when he finally gets one all to himself, what does he do? He swallows it whole. The really crappy thing is when the vet gives me the news, my first reaction is not one of happiness, or even relief. It’s anger. I’m so pissed that I could choke that stupid dog. Of course I won’t, but if the dog had been with me at that moment, the temptation would extremely difficult to suppress. I’m sure I’ll calm down and even laugh about this in a few days, but right now I’m still pretty perturbed.
So where does this leave me? Here’s the breakdown:
Office visits, bloodwork, x-rays, IVs, and hospitalization: $615
Doggie surgery: $400
A dog that will live to terrorize the clothes hamper another day: Priceless.