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So she’s not a vegetarian

Last weekend Bill and I planted a bunch of lovely flowers and plants in our backyard. For a couple of days after, I’d go out and just admire the little spot because it’s been a dirt patch for so long.

A few of the survivors

A few of the survivors

On Thursday I went out and discovered that Gracie dug out most of it. She left the flowers alone but she ate the plants.

I didn’t think much about it at first because we didn’t plant anything toxic to dogs. And Gracie has proven that she’s part billy goat, having eaten her rope toy as well as a leash (when she was about 6 months old she ate an entire nylon leash—minus the clip—threw it up whole and tried to eat it again). I was mostly pissed because I thought we were beyond the whole digging up the yard phase.

But Thursday night she was clearly sick. She was lethargic and didn’t eat her dinner. By bedtime she was miserable. She was drinking gallons of water, then would need to run outside to pee. I’d hear her try to lay down, but she’d immediately get up, circle around and try to find another position. She moved from her bed outside to her dog house to the lawn and back. Then she wanted to be let in and moved around in the bedroom trying to get comfortable all over again. It got so bad that she’d whine and cry with every move.

At one point I got out of bed and got down on the floor with her to see if I could help her get comfortable. I noticed that she didn’t cry when she laid on her back, so I tried to position her that way and tried to get her to stay. Of course, she wouldn’t. She got up, moved to her bed, curled up, cried, got up and moved to another spot.

Meanwhile, all the water she drank and grass she ate to sooth her stomach was doing it’s job and she threw up about a half dozen times that night.

When she stopped getting sick I got back on the floor with her and curled my entire body around hers and held her still for half the night. She whined and cried in her sleep.

In the morning, I got her to the vet as soon as they opened. They took X-Rays in case she had swallowed a stick, but they didn’t find anything like that. But her stomach was sort of swollen and irritated, and when they tested her blood they found that her liver numbers were high. I guess normal is about 118—hers were closer to 150.

She was hooked up to an IV full of antibiotics and god knows what else, and they kept an eye on her all day. When she finally stopped crying and shifting around and the vomiting stopped they called and told us we could take her home.

They sent her home with a case of high-fiber dog food—a constipated dog is a cranky dog—three kinds of pills that I have to shove down her throat twice a day, a bald patch where they shaved her leg, and a $500 bill.

By the time she got home, it was like she had never been sick. She got bitchy because (per the vet’s orders) cut her off her treats for a few days, and because she had to eat the damn fiber food.

And this morning? She came outside with us while we worked on the yard…and she ate a bee.

It’s a good thing she’s pretty…

Content after eating the bee...

Content after eating the bee...

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9 Responses

  1. I’m so glad she’s feeling better! Although I do feel a little sorry for the bee. She really is gorgeous.

  2. X-rays, blood tests, an IV/antibiotics, they kept her all day and it only cost you $500? That’s incredible. It would cost me a couple thousand for my cat for all that. They want $600 just for an ultrasound – not including the anesthetic or pre and follow-up consultations. Poor Gracie. But I guess there’s no reason dogs should be any smarter than people about cramming their bodies full of junk, right?

  3. I don’t know why, but the eating the bee line has me cracking up.

    I am really glad she’s okay though. It’s scary when they are so sick.

    ps. she is freaking beautiful.

  4. Oh dear! I have a dog like that. She eats frickin everything, and has been sick multiple times. Once I spent several hours in the wee hours of the morning wandering around the back yard with her, waiting for her to eat enough grass to hork up the chunk of bone that was causing her problems.

    I’m glad she feels better!

  5. I held my breath—so glad she’s okay.

    Unfortunately, you can’t deduct the 500 bucks from her allowance.

    What the beautiful can get away with. . . .

  6. When is she going to learn that horking up various things is quite unbecoming of a lady – especially a lady who is a pageant princess??

  7. Our Samoyeds used to eat just about anything, until they were 2, and then magically they gave up eating fun things like shoes, scarves, remote controls, CD cases, and spa covers. Of course, the younger one never could quite get past eating the chew toys in an hour that are supposed to last months and then the lovely regurgitation could begin. Lots of fun, but at least he wasn’t eating my shoes anymore! And they are pretty so you let them get away with it.

  8. Whoa. You must’ve been wiggin’ out. I’m so glad she turned out to be all better, that gorgeous girl of yours!

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