posted on Sep, 22 2014 @ 07:20 PM
originally posted by: Snarl
... and hard for a happy dog to understand.
Thats why its so hard to deal with these situations, we know the poor little buggers are wondering what the hell just happened, and then we have to
take them to THAT PLACE that all dogs fear and let some weird guy in a white coat shove a thermometer up their bum and stick needles into them, and
they look at us wondering why we're letting all this happen to them.
Vets, we all hate them, and we thank them
One Sunday afternoon my old mate was running flat out around the field with a stick in his mouth. I was shouting at him to stop, I could see what was
going to happen and it did. The end of the stick dug into the ground, the other end went down his throat. He choaked and coughed for a minute or two
and then seemed fine. When I got home I noticed blood dripping from his mouth so an emergency call to the vets was made and he agreed to meet me there
(they were closed because it was Sunday).
I lifted him onto the table and the vet gave him a jab and he conked out instantly!
The vet said to me "Hold this" and he pulled out the most enormous tongue I've ever seen! It was easy twice as long as I'd ever seen it.
While I'm hoding the tongue the vet got inside and done some stitching. When he finnished he gave him another jab, slapped him on the bum and shouted
wake up! He leapt to his feet in an instant, then collapsed again. The vet said to get him up and walk him about and after a few minutes he seemed
fine although he looked kinda drunk.
And thats why we hate the vet....and thank them!
Had it not been a sunday they would have insisted I leave him there for a day or two, costing me lots of money! But we thank them because we get our
pals back in working order again.