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• At 2008.07.31 18:30, Kate Petersen said:

  Tired tonight. We had another dog crisis today.

  When I got out of the shower this morning, Sasha was lying on the floor in the bedroom, happily chewing on something plastic and yellowish and obviously not something she should be chewing on. I didn’t recognize it, but scooped up the remnants and headed to the kitchen to put them in the covered wastebasket.

  On the way through the den, I found the rest of the pill bottle and the chewed-up lid… with several pills on the floor that also looked baby-chewed. The label was completely gone. I had no idea how many pills had been in the bottle, or what they were.

  Google is my friend. I was able to determine shape, color, and most of the code numbers. This let me know that the pills were Pletal, an anti-platelet drug that my husband takes to help circulation in his legs.

  I called him, but he didn’t remember a bottle with only a few pills in it. The current one was still on the table, so we still didn’t know how many — if any — she had eaten. I called the vet, who told me to call Poison Control.

  Long story short: the pills are not highly dangerous, and these are the smallest dosage available. Major effects of an overdose are diarrhea, headache, and possibly an irregular heartbeat. They told me how to induce vomiting and said just to watch her today unless the vet had other suggestions. He didn’t, so I’ve been puppy-sitting. (And cleaning carpet. No, she didn’t make it outside before the urp.)

  The good news is she’s seemed fine this afternoon. We decided that husband must have had a bottle with only a couple of pills in it that fell off the nightstand and rolled under the bed. Miss Curious found it, probably had a nibble, decided they were nasty and didn’t really eat any of them. Those bottles may be “childproof,” but they are not “determined dog proof!”

  So that was my day. If it’s not one dog thing, it’s another!

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  • At 2008.07.31 19:52, Scotia48 said:

    Oh, your poor thing! I can relate. Way back when, the night before I was going to Ireland to visit my friend and heal from my Mother’s death in 1998 my beautiful ginger tabby that had been with me thru thick and thin threw up this awful looking stuff. My daughter and I spent the night in the vet emergency clinic and finally about 4 o’clock in the morning, the vet said that he was just constipated being an older kitty.! I have lovely X-Rays of his innards with little turds lined up waiting to come out.
    I left that morning and he and my daughter had a lovely time with the litter box!

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  • At 2008.07.31 23:22, Translator said:

    Oh, Hell, Kate! I hope that is was more empty than less. There is no such of thing as dogproof, unless you put it way up high. The caps are useless for a chewer.

    I am confident that your friend will be OK. Just lots of water to flush out the kidneys, but not too much. Just do what the vet says.

    I hope that she will be ok. That makes my little, useless copyright violation seem very petty. You take care of your loved ones! I will not have anywhere near such a problem. Warmest regards, Doc.

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• At 2008.08.01 00:02, drchelo said:

  In spite of my years and years of dog ownership, I have yet to figure out how to completely dog-proof anything. Doodle, the counter surfer Supreme, figured out how to open the breadbox…and close it. I did not realize the extent of her crimes until I found her “stash” of empty bread wrappers behind the couch. I put up a two-thousand dollar nine foot high wooden fence with an iron gate…and Dudley the Toothpaste Hound figures out how to squeeze out of it…it is a never-ending struggle.
  I hope your baby will be all right.
  I just got home from work - my left eardrum is burst from the high-pitched scream of possessed toddlers. How can little girls scream so loud?

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