As some of you may know, I am planning to head back to school. My thought is to complete pre-med classes at ISU and then apply for medical school. At any rate, the animals in our house must be telling me to change my mind, because we definitely need a vet in the family more than a doctor.
Last night Nick and I had all three of our children spoken for- overnights away from home. ALL THREE OF THEM, SAME NIGHT!!! This is a very rare occurrence, so we went out for dinner at a fabulous Mexican place with delicious daiquiris and then wandered a few stores until our movie started. After the movie, we headed home. On the way home, my phone rings.
It's my mom telling me that on our way home we should be thinking of creative ways to get a bone off Abby's bottom jaw. Now, with all the delicious daiquiris having been previously consumed, I thought she said get a "phone" off her bottom jaw. Now, for those of you who have not read the previous posts about Abby, the thought of her eating a phone isn't that unrealistic. But, after we got that cleared up, I realized that it was a marrow bone. It's shaped like a circle and the dog eats the middle part, then they are left with a super hard circle shaped bone that they can chew on for a loooooong time. Somehow Abby had gotten that ring around her bottom jaw, past her tall canine teeth and it was stuck. Really stuck.
So I get home and call my vet -at home- which, this is now the second time I've called him 10pm-ish in the past 2 months. OK, I have a 12 year old, a 5 year old, and a 2 year old and between the three of them I've paged a doctor ONE time ever! Now I've paged my vet twice about Abby in the past few months, plus seen him three times in the past few weeks with Muffy's illness. Rest assured, I'm making his house payment next month!
Anyways, our vet is great- he met us up at the clinic in town and sedated Abby so we could cut the bone off with bolt cutters. He said we never would have gotten it off because her lips were so swollen. Because Abby hadn't eaten he was also able to give her some medicine to reverse the sedative and wake her back up. We were home within about 20 minutes with one very confused, but happy dog.
And our best news out of this whole fiasco is Abby is down to 86 pounds from 105. Six more to go and she'll be at her goal weight. Wish I could say the same for those of us in the house on Atkins!
Anyways, I am considering changing that med school application to a vet school application, because even with the huge pay difference I think I'll still come out ahead being able to fix my own animal family.
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