Don’t Eat Yellow Snow or Poop

The grand kids were over on Sunday night and the next morning mom thought I was dying … well … not really dying but you get the picture.  She’s so theatrical … just ask dad.

She was so sweet telling me it was going to be okay, as I was throwing up all over the house, moaning more than usual, crawling on my belly, eating grass that hadn’t been peed on and trying to stretch my way out of the pain.

It didn’t help that Charlie was going completely nuts with no walk, no wrestle-mania, no fetch and no troll under the bridge (bed) game.

mom's photography
What’s wrong with you?

Then I heard the call to the vet … mom said she didn’t think it was a dire emergency but thought we should come in anyway.

I bee lined for MY fort under the bed … sans throw up … where I stayed until I had to throw up again and again and again.

Daylight was burning and I was pretty sure I was safe from the death camp car ride  … wishful thinking … dumb dog.  Dad scooped me up … put me in the car and cracked the window … here we go … I could hear Charlie screaming behind the garage door.

mom's photography
Calling All Angels

All I could think of was  …. this is bad … really, really bad … I hope I get to see my family again and damn I wish I could stop shaking.

At least dad was with me and he’s a stand up guy … there’s no way I’m in danger, so I’ll suck it up.  At least I didn’t throw up in the truck.

After all of the poking, indecent prodding and needle plunging … the verdict was announced and the kids were off the hook.

Diagnosis: Toxic foreign poop infection. Yep … bird, rabbit or otherwise. 

Shouldn’t surprise anyone that mom was right AGAIN …  I shouldn’t eat nature poop but all I have to say in response to that is …

I'm a dog so sue me.
I’m a dog so sue me.

 Hi, Jake.

On the mend, Jake

comments ... :)

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s