Bad Chappy!
No, really! Baaaaad Chappy. I’ve mentioned before his habit of stealing things and then sitting in the dining room, waiting for somebody to come play the “Look What I’ve Got” game. Well, today, he took it to a new and frightening level.
Scene: Deb’s office. The phone rings.
Deb: Hello, Debbie speaking.
Mom: I was coloring my hair, and Chappy ate one of the gloves.
Deb: What?! When?
Mom: I don’t know how long he had it, but when I went back in the bathroom to rinse my hair, one of the gloves was gone. I went downstairs and could only find a couple of fingers.
Deb (taking deep breath): Oooooooo-kay. You’re going to have to give him hydrogen peroxide to make him throw it back up.
(Time lapses as Mom finds the peroxide and heads down to the kitchen.)
Mom: How much?
Deb: Two tablespoons.
Mom: Measuring spoons, or just one from the silverware drawer?
Deb: Just . . . two spoons!
Mom: Just, pour it down his throat??
Deb: Try mixing it with a little ice cream.
Mom: I just have to find one that doesn’t have chocolate….
Deb: Well, he’s just going to throw it up anyway. It doesn’t matter.
Mom: And then, take him into the laundry room? Or the garage? How fast does this work?
Deb: Yes, definitely. It works pretty fast.
(Muffled background noises of stirring.
“Come here, Chappy.”
Lapping noises.
“Wait, come back…”)
Mom: He only ate a little bit.
Deb: Well, it probably doesn’t taste very good. Try putting a little bit of bread it in to soak up the peroxide.
(Rustling noises.)
Mom: He took the bread out of the cup and went into the dining room!
Deb: How much bread did you put in there? But, anyway, go get him back! Put his leash on him….
Mom: Oh no! He’s throwing up under the dining room table! Chappy, stop! Come . . . oh no….
Deb (holding her head on the other end of the phone): What happened?
Mom: He’s throwing up all … Chappy! … all over the dining room!
Deb (trying hard not to say “I told you so”): I told you to put his leash on him and take him to the garage….
Mom: Well, it’s a little late now!
(Vomiting noises in the background.
Dad’s voice asking what’s going on.
Instructions to go get a leash. Then…)
Dad: Hi, kiddo.
Deb: Hi, Dad.
(Sounds of scrubbing in the background,
punctuated by “ewww” and “uggh” noises.)
Mom: Well, I found a couple pieces of the glove, but not all of it, and I’m NOT going through all of this mess, looking!
Deb: No, no, I wouldn’t expect it! I’ll call the vet….
(Hanging up, dialing the vet …
Put on hold by the receptionist …
Endless 5 minutes go by.)
Vet Receptionist: Hi, are you being helped?
Deb: No. Thanks. My mother just called me–she was coloring her hair, and my dog stole and swallowed one of the latex gloves. We tried giving him hydrogen peroxide and he threw up some of the glove, but not all of it.
Vet Receptionist: Oh no. Okay, hold on . . .
(minutes pass)
Vet Receptionist: Are you still there? Okay, I talked to a couple of the vets in the back, and they said that as long as he doesn’t have any diarhhea or vomiting, it should come out in his poop.
(And yes, she really said “poop.”)
So . . . this is where we are–waiting to see if Chappy’s glove is going to come through his system successfully, or if he shows even the slightest sign of being sick . . . because you DON’T mess around with things that can tangle in the intestines! I love my dog far too much to lose him because he swallowed a glove. This sort of thing is never fun–have I told you folks about Katy swallowing dryer sheets and a sock?–but this is the first time the, er, object has been left in my dog’s stomach with “Wait and see” instructions, so it’s a little nerve-wracking. And, of course, I wasn’t the one who had to clean up all the vomit…
Anyway, send good thoughts to Chappy’s digestive system, would you? I’m going to have to give him a firm talking-to when I get home, while he, no doubt, tells me that he thinks our ice cream went bad….
Uggh…not fun.
Zoe swallow a push pin when she was younger. We raced to the Vets had the x-rays and everything. The vet told us to wait and see. He did suggest that we could give her a vaseline sandwich which acts like a hairball formula. It coats the object and allows it to pass through the digestive track more easily. So we gave her a slice cut in half with a good layer of vaseline between and she proceeded to “poop” it out several hours later. I definately did not like the “hurry up and wait” situation, but it all worked out in the end (there’s gotta be a pun in there).
Lots of luck . The pugs send good thoughts to Chappy :o)
Oh no! I hope everything is ok very very soon and that he doesn’t need surgery. What a nightmare.
Chappy, Chappy Chappy. I hope everthing comes out in the poop. Seems like it should come out without any further vet intervention if the glove was in pieces and not swallowed whole. I’ll keep my fingers crossed.
Oh Chappy. Chappy Chappy Chappy.
I haven’t posted about it because we are also in a wait and see and I can’t be flip until I know she’s going to be OK, but Leo gave himself a buzz cut, two nights ago, and shaved off about…oh 1 inch of hair, all around. He was checking his work, not paying attention and turned around to the sound of smacking noises. Thea was licking her chops and every bit of hair was gone. GONE!
The little stinker has a good cup to two cups of hair in her stomach. Thank god it hadn’t decided to give myself a bob or anything, she’d probably have eaten that and then I dunno what would happen.
The vet gave us the exact same advice.
We obviously have dogs cut from the same clothe.
“Vaseline sandwich.” Ick! Pretty effective, I’m sure, but . . . blah! I can just picture Chappy thinking, “What’s WITH the food today? First that icky ice cream, and now this?”
Poor Chappy! That’s Smell the Glove, not eat the glove!! See http://yarnyoldkim.typepad.com/yarny_old_kim/2008/01/there-will-be-k.html
Sending good thoughts that this too shall pass.
Poor Chappy! When I was in school our dog, without our knowledge or consent, ate some odd things that passed through just fine. My “favorites” were the man’s dress sock, and the Foster Farms turkey label. LOL She was fine. So was the label.
oh no! I’m thinking happy thoughts and have fingers crossed that the glove passes on through to the other side properly. ick.
oh no! That sucks for everybody - I hope he has good…results soon. ;o)
Salt works better than peroxide. Just a spoonful or 2 down the throat and rush that puppy outside. Was it something in the air? Last night Mocha (my Chesapeake) ATE a whole stick of butter. Wrapper and all. I came in to see her trying to swallow something. I tried to grab it out of her mouth but only came up with a piece of the wrapper. She’s in a wait and see, too (but in her kennel run outside). This is a dog that never steals off the counter, never until last night.
OMG Deb I hope he’s ok! Keeping fingers crossed!!
I know it’s a serious subject but your post is hilarious! Gulliver, our 3 pound long-hair chihuahua ate 3/4 of a dark chocolate bar last Wednesday and I had to do the peroxide thing. It was 1 a.m. and after waiting 30 minutes in the bathroom for him to throw up I decided I needed to give him more peroxide and went in search of an eye dropper. Needless to say, the minute I opened the bathroom door the projectile vomiting began. All over the bedroom carpet, the just-painted-last-week walls, the stairs, my white coat hanging from the banister at the bottom of the stairs, the tiled foyer and finally the downstairs carpet. It was like a horror movie.
Keeping my fingers crossed that Chap is okay.
Susan
Oh dear.
Have a chat with Woolyheaded Ruth, she has lots of experience in this, uh, area. Unfortunately.
Poor Chappy. Poor, silly Chappy! I hope he learned to leave gloves alone (but probably not, huh?)
Oh, poor, bad Chappy! Hope everything comes out OK!
Oh Nooooooo. I hope Chappy’s OK.
eek! hope everything comes out alright, poor Chappy!
Don’t those dear little dogs just tug at our sanity? My bro’s dog ate a bunch of paper towels (the ones I drained some fried eggplant on). We didn’t know it until the next morning (the day his daughter was getting confirmed) and I saw the dog scratching her butt across the floor and she had something odd hanging out her backside. So there’s my SIL, dressed to the nines for church, and pulling a crappy bunch of paper out of the dog’s butt. It was, in a way, endlessly amusing (and I got a good pic!). I think the glove is small enough that it’ll pass. Dogs have a quick digestive tract, so it should be out soon.
oy I hope chappy is ok!!
Ooooooh! And ewwwwww! How goes the poop-watch?
Oh no! I hope everything moves through quickly and the way it’s supposed to. Not fun…
i can definitely sympathize. my friend has a hoover for a dog (he’s a black lab, lol), who ate a silicone cupcake liner. with the cupcake. it fell off the table, and he snapped it up before anybody could get it away from him. it finally showed up a month later (in tiny little bits all over t he yard, lol). he never showed any discomfort, so the vet said wait it out.
good luck to chappy! tell him i said he’s a dork!
Ewwww - naughty dog! Our Irish wolfhound gnawed several small cedar trees in our backyard down to little nubbins when she was an adolescent - and pooped sticks. Never had a problem. Sending prompt peristaltic thoughts Chappy’s way….
Poor Chappy, it seems a trait with spaniels, only happy unless they are carrying something in their mouths, especially with things they shouldn’t, a guy at work brings his cocker spaniel in with him most days and we have to be so careful what falls on the floor otherwise she’s running off with it. Hope the glove comes out the natural way and Chappy doesn’t suffer any discomfort
This is really gross, but hopefully re-assuring. We used to have a dog who passed condoms. Same kind of material. I’d worry more about the chemicals on the glove (which are most likely all over your mom’s living room anyway) than the glove itself. Latex seems to pass through their systems quite easily.
I know it is hard not to worry. Those little stinkers get into the weirdest stuff. My little 5lb yorkie has a BEAD fetish - yup, beads.
I found this out the hard way - I fell asleep on the couch and had left my beaded tee shirt on the back of the couch when I put on my robe. I woke up in the middle of the night to run to the potty, and on the way to the bathroom, I stepped on something - oh well…later. After I came back into the den, I looked - all little beads and sequins EVERYWHERE. She ripped off ALL the decoration from the shirt - and about 1/2 of it was on the floor… and no thread…hmmm
A month later, she did the same thing, ripping off dangles from a bag - seed beads strung with a spangle at the end…ugh….no threads again -
needless to say, no beaded knit items and no more decorated items…
I hope it will all come out in the end…(sorry for the pun) - I will keep Chappy in my puppy prayers!
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Yikes. What a tense waiting game! I hope it all, um, ….works out.
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