The day before yesterday was still the weekend. Although technically it was Monday, it was Memorial Day and thus part of what we all like to call a three-day weekend. As it was part of the weekend, I will blame what happened then and the following day on the weekend spell I was under.
We had finished eating the traditional fare for three-day weekends, hamburgers. We had followed that up with some corn on the cob. David cut his corn off the cob and I ate mine from the cob. I am real into flossing right now and figured I would give myself the extra challenge. Fat and sassy from our fine feast I sat down at the computer and began to type a post for all you loyal subscribers to read Tuesdy morning. At some point, I remember hearing, “Can I give the dogs the corn cobs?” Immersed in word-smithing genuis I paused only momentarily before I answered, “sure.”
Though I did not see what happened I have been informed that the dogs heartily enjoyed their new treat. Dixie, in true form, ate hers quite quickly. Laddie, savored his and made it last longer. The remainder of the night passed uneventfully and it appeared the following morning would shape up much the same way.
So, when Laddie got sick the first time, I didn’t think too much of it. After the fourth time I called David and we both got on the internet and realized that apparently, you are NOT supposed to give corn cobs to dogs. It can cause an allergic reaction or intestional blockage. Fifteen minutes later Laddie and I were at the vet’s office and I was asking the staff not to mark my card with any comments like, “dumb owner.”
The staff was quite forgiving of my ignorance and Laddie was seen quickly. Although, in hindsight (and boy is there a pun there), I am sure he wishes he could have skipped the whole visit. I will spare you the details except to say that it involved a very long q-tip and eventually the vet’s fingers going where no long q-tip or fingers should ever go. When Laddie was returned to me he had a severly bruised ego and some serious concerns whenever someone walked behind him.
I am happy to report though that apart from his injured pride, Laddie is doing great and Dixie was never the wiser that anything was wrong or that she was not to have ingested that fiborous treat known as the corn cob. Wednesday has passed uneventfully (minus the HUGE fallen tree in my back yard) as yesteray was supposed to have and the rest of the week is marching forward. I will greet y’all again tomorrow with another adventure. Perhaps I might even tell you about the tree.
Laddie, with his summer cut, post vet trauma.