This is Dano.
This is the story about how the subject line was appropriate in an email I sent today.
We're house sitting for 2 friends the last couple weeks while they're scuba diving. Dano & Pepper are their two dogs that we're taking care of. Pepper tends to be a Houdini wanna be and Dano is a vacuum cleaner. Dano has eaten whole socks and various other inappropriate items in his past, and is getting old and cranky. (Can't blame him, he's 15. That's like 105 in people years.)
The first sign of a problem was that Dano didn't eat breakfast. Normally he hoovers it so fast that he has a special bowl that has obstructions to slow him down. So not eating at all is a bad sign. Then he kind of shook all day and didn't eat dinner. Then he cried all night until I laid next to him. So we called the hospital and got some medication. When things didn't get much better, he was admitted. Eventually they found in addition to his malnutrition (due to not eating/drinking for a day), he seemed to have something in his stomach.
When we first found him, we thought it might be that he ate 2 ant traps and the plastic was stuck in his stomach causing lacerations. The vet found what appeared to be a big pile of gas in his stomach and that seemed to confirm a laceration had taken place. Then it moved towards his colon. We don't know what is yet, but I think I'm missing a sock or two and that would also make a lot of sense.
This is where the vet said what I find very funny: Don't pull the sock out of your dog's butt. (It could cause internal lacerations if you do that.) Meg apparently gave the vet a funny look where she continued: "If it doesn't come out all the way, maybe cut it off if you don't want it swinging around."
I'm sorry Becky, Farrokh and Dano, but as much as I like you that's too funny not to share.
