We eat lunch at home most days. One afternoon Michelle was rolling solo for lunch and when she got home discovered our dog, Rufus, had eaten a bottle of vitamins off the counter. And when I say a bottle of vitamins, I mean the vitamins and the bottle. Michelle called our vet in a panic to see what she should do. He suggested bringing Rufus in which meant a 20 minute trip to Norman. Michelle throws the dog in the car and hits the highway. The vet offers two options: 1. Pump his stomach, which is not good, or 2. Induce vomitting with a pill. Michelle chose option 2 with the vet's advice. The pill takes effect in a few minutes and vomitting can last a couple hours...so the vet suggested Michelle take Rufus home to give him the pill. After she pays and starts to head out, the vet pokes his head out from seeing his next patient and says, "Oh, you need to put the pill under his lower eyelid. Thanks." and ducks back into the room. WHAT? DID HE SAY UNDER THE EYELID?!? WHAT?!? So Michelle calls on her way home to fill me in on the details. Since I did not expect Rufus to enjoy the procedure, and use every bit of his 100 lbs to fight it, i thought I'd better go home to help. About 10 minutes later, as I'm packing up to head home, Michelle calls. She's balling. "I got it! I just saw an opening and I went for it! He's throwing up everywhere! It's awful!" As she explains more about Rufus' experience I can picture him looking at her between hurls with a weak, lowered head as if to say, "Why?" bluuh "My God, why? bluuh. When I got home I found Michelle sitting on the floor, Rufus lay next to her with his head in her lap. Of all the things I could say...I blurt out..."Why were vitamins on the counter?" Looks like another year gone without a Husband of the Year Award.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
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