Today is the day Dex can reach the back of the countertop

[tacit]

Dex ate half a kilo of raisins this morning, which are highly toxic to dogs. I got home soon after he ate them - between half an hour and 90 minutes, depending on when he got into them - and though he's asymptomatic I took him to the vets. They've admitted him and are going to pump his stomach, and put him on a drip until Friday at least. I won't know if he'll live until tomorrow. A handful of raisins can cause kidney failure, and he ate half a kilo.

I AM FREAKING OUT. Reassure me?

Fuck, dear flist.

Fuck.

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[naye]

*snuggles* Oh, sweetie. 24-72 hours? That's a long, long time to wait in uncertainty... But it really does sound like you got him to the vet's before he had time to digest them, and they're taking good care of him over there, I'm sure.

Do you have any other distractions? You've done all you can for Dex, now - you should look after yourself, too! You did good, noticing what had happened and taking him to the vet straight away. I know you're probably blaming yourself for the raisins, but - it's not like you left them on the floor or anything! Accidents happen, and you reacted in the absolutely best way possible after the fact.

*hugs*

[tacittype.livejournal.com]

That's a long, long time to wait in uncertainty...

It really, really is! :(

R is taking me to see two movies at the cinema tonight. And I'm gonna go to lunch with Frank again tomorrow. Also, Frank's oven has broken, so I'm going to entertain myself this afternoon cooking up meals I can give him to microwave for the next few evenings. Also - I could varnish the wood in the kitchen/dining room that Dex would normally be obstructing. But that just makes me feel sad, and kinda wishing for the obstruction... I'm being such a whiner about the whole thing! I can't believe how upset this has got me.

I am totally blaming myself for the raisins... but it's not like him to be quite so destructive after a long walk. I paid Scott to walk him this morning while I was off collecting Alfredo from the airport, in to order to take the edge off Dex's crazy morning energy. But sometimes if I don't stick around long enough after a walk for him to settle, he stays crazy. I guess that's what happened today. He also ate today's post and a chocolate wrapper.

It's all because I overslept this morning. I woke up at 7.30 and I should've left the house at 6.30. I only woke up because Scott showed up. So, Dex didn't get breakfast - I was back by 9.30, which is when he usually eats. But, apparently he didn't want to wait...

Ugh! Poor little guy. The thing that makes me feel worst is that he's got to spend two days cooped up in a strange place without getting any exercise, because of the IVs. He's going to go nuts, and will whine and yip and bark pathetically the whole time. :(

[naye]

I'm glad your friends are keeping you busy! And the vet's taking care of Dex, so even if he's unhappy, he'll be in good hands. Poor puppy. What a weird couple of weeks it must seem like to him! It's too bad dogs aren't good with the concept of consequences, because this sort of thing would have been a great lesson to him to not eat everything he can reach. Ah, well. You'll just have to keep working on that when you get him back. ♥

[tacittype.livejournal.com]

He might not have learnt his lesson, I certainly have.

He has been at the vets a lot, hasn't he! When I went in with him this morning the nurse found it deeply amusing to see him - before she learnt how bad raisins are! (Even the vet didn't think it was that big of a deal, until she rang the toxins helpline. Suddenly they all moved a lot faster.) He's been there - *counts* - Monday for the neutering, Wednesday for a wound check, Thursday to get some steroid cream, and again later on that day to get a collar that fit better... I promised them as I left then that they wouldn't see us until tmrw, which is when his stitches are supposed to come out, but... no.

It's not a complete coincidence, though. He hasn't been getting as much exercise as usual, because he's not allowed to run for fear of his stomach muscles failing to knit properly. So, he's got crazy energy, and when he's energetic he's destructive...

I feel a little better - I don't think I can maintain that level of stressed-out-fear for more than a few hours at a time. I'm gonna cook, and then R is picking me up at 1630 for the evening's entertainment. I'll call the vets later on and get an update, but I'm sure they'd call me if anything changed.

I do still have the shakes, though!

[naye]

You poor thing! *hugs*

How could the vet not know how bad raisins are? See, you're a very good dog owner! You knew more than the vet, in this case, and did the exact right thing! ♥

Take care, okay? And let us know as soon as you have any news. I'll keep thinking of you until I know you've got your little (well, not so little anymore) guy back home with you.

[tacittype.livejournal.com]

The vet knew they were a problem, but I don't think she knew how much of a problem. There can't be many dogs out there who'll eat half a kilo. R pointed out that he'd have needed his own stomach pumped if he ate that many.

I wanted to jam my fingers down his throat myself, while the staff were fannying about at the desk and not getting immediately on the phone. I think after this I'm going to buy something that'll make him puke if I ever need it again. I could have given it to him before I set off for the vets, and saved 20 minutes. You can buy stuff - I can't remember what it's called, but I know you can. And Labs are the worst for eating anything they can find, so it's probably a good idea.

Really, the moral of this story is that healthy snacks are bad. I should stick to the biscuit barrel!

[naye]

The moral of the story is that your little Dex is a brat, and should learn not to eat everything he can get his teeth on! You said he also ate your mail? Does he snack on furniture, too?

How frustrating to know the situation was much more pressing than the vet made it out to be... But he's there now, and all raisin-free, and we're all hoping for the best. *hugs*

[tacittype.livejournal.com]

He would snack on furniture if he got really bored. He's pulled a lot of threads on my sofa, but he's mostly grown out of that now.

The moral of the story is that your little Dex is a brat

He really is! ♥ ♥ ♥