I ate ate something... again

file photo showing my medicine snack box

Some of my long time pals may recall last year when I ate ate Bagels.... Well I did it again only not bagels. This time I ate ate pills! I don't see what brought on the federal case against me, I used to get them for my leg troubles all the time (they are delicious!) and yes I helped myself to them while momma was out but I do that all the time too and I just do my low tail wag and she forgives me. But this time she flipped out! (NB from Momma- he ate EIGHT 100mg Deramaxx pills- that is 8 days worth of a maximum dose of a medication that can cause serious problems for some dogs even at the prescribed doses!).

See... I did not eat ALL of the medicines!

See, she had left me at home with some paltry stuffed kong while she took Lucas for walkies. I finished my kong and as it was supper time I found myself still a bit peckish so I decided to forage a bit. It did not take long before I found my medicine box with some of my favorite snacks inside. (Approximate inventory: 8 deramaxx, ~ 50 fish oil caps, ~ 80 vitamin C and ~ 50 Glucosamine). Some of them did not taste the greatest but they were next to the other tasty ones and I am not the most discriminating of eaters. So after about 87 hours (30 min) she finally gets home from walkies and is all sweetness and light until she sees the empty box and she looked like she saw a ghost so she calls the vet and starts screamin' about how I ate ate there-am-ax.

I am not sure what they told her but she gets this giant shooter thing and the brown bottle from the medicine cabinet and starts calling me outside with scary voice. You know the one where your people think they sound happy and excited but are not fooling anyone, least of all you? Ok, fine, I'll play along and I go outside and she grabs my beak and starts shooting some nasty tasting stuff down my throat- or trying to. Nope! Then she did it again. No dice, then again. Nope not a drop makes it in! Off we go to the vet which is like 87 minutes away (30 min). We get there and I get some eye drops (Apomorphine)- weird because I was not having eye trouble then I get to wander around the vet yard- I pooed a ton- no fun with momma the doc and this other lady all staring at me (I am a private pooer). They are apparently waiting for me to barf! I am not a barfer though so I wander around then I overhear the vet tell momma that if I don't then I am going to have to sleep there alone overnight with ivy fluid - no thanks to what ever that is! So I decided to barf, then all three of them were hunched over it with a flashlight counting. Ewww! Then I go inside get a needle full of some medicine and they stand around yammering then this giant shooter thing like the one momma came after me with at home comes out! It gets filled with this black stuff (activated charcoal) and I get wrestled into submission and am forced to drink this stuff! Even worse than the stuff momma was shooting at me!

Then I get to go home but have to come back in the morning so they can make sure everything is still working right. I guess it is because I feel just fine now. I did get my momma up in the middle of the night for a most unusual potty break but otherwise it is all good!

On the other hand momma was helping me get my Mangominster 2011 entry post ready for the Good Ol' Dog category but after these shenanigans she says I am disqualified from that category and will have to enter one of the other ones... I wonder which one it will be?