Just for a few days. I could sure use the break and definately the use of a working brain for a while.
Today hubby woke me up at 8:00 frantically yelling at me that Emma had eaten a full bottle of 56 500mg. cephalexin. Oh Dear God.
He called the vet while running around the back yard looking for tell tale signs of her dastardly deed. We knew it would have been between 9:30 last night and 8:00 this morning. The assistant who answered, called the vet who called us and by then, hubby had found 12 uneaten capsules in a pile, and Emma was in the corner throwing up. All this was going on while I stood on the deck, saying OMG over and over. Useless, that's what I was.
The vet wanted to know how much of the medicine Emma had just thrown up, we figured about 1/2 cup. She did some calculations and felt sure Emma would be fine.
Hubby then told our vet how he noticed it happening was he heard a crash in the fam. room attached to the porch where he was and then Emma came through to exit at her doggie door with a bottle of meds in her mouth. This bottle was the Rimadyl. A full bottle. The vet shrieked and said, had that been the one she had eaten, she would have died on the spot. Luckily hubby grabbed it out of her mouth as she flew by him.
The vet suggested we keep all giant breed meds in the refridgerator from now on and we thanked her as she hung up on us due to another emergency call coming in......
Emma is herself, not daunted whatsoever by this morning's near tradgedy. I called my breeder (friend) confessing to my stupidity, she trying to calm me down, telling me that accidents happen and I'm still a good mom.......
All the meds are in the fridge.... I will never leave them on my desk again. Stupid, stupid, stupid. You'd think I'd learn after she pulled the boiling chicken soup off the stove onto herself.....
It's only 3:00 and I'm ready to go back to bed.
Today hubby woke me up at 8:00 frantically yelling at me that Emma had eaten a full bottle of 56 500mg. cephalexin. Oh Dear God.
He called the vet while running around the back yard looking for tell tale signs of her dastardly deed. We knew it would have been between 9:30 last night and 8:00 this morning. The assistant who answered, called the vet who called us and by then, hubby had found 12 uneaten capsules in a pile, and Emma was in the corner throwing up. All this was going on while I stood on the deck, saying OMG over and over. Useless, that's what I was.
The vet wanted to know how much of the medicine Emma had just thrown up, we figured about 1/2 cup. She did some calculations and felt sure Emma would be fine.
Hubby then told our vet how he noticed it happening was he heard a crash in the fam. room attached to the porch where he was and then Emma came through to exit at her doggie door with a bottle of meds in her mouth. This bottle was the Rimadyl. A full bottle. The vet shrieked and said, had that been the one she had eaten, she would have died on the spot. Luckily hubby grabbed it out of her mouth as she flew by him.
The vet suggested we keep all giant breed meds in the refridgerator from now on and we thanked her as she hung up on us due to another emergency call coming in......
Emma is herself, not daunted whatsoever by this morning's near tradgedy. I called my breeder (friend) confessing to my stupidity, she trying to calm me down, telling me that accidents happen and I'm still a good mom.......
All the meds are in the fridge.... I will never leave them on my desk again. Stupid, stupid, stupid. You'd think I'd learn after she pulled the boiling chicken soup off the stove onto herself.....
It's only 3:00 and I'm ready to go back to bed.
I have know idea were it came from either... just like real babies I tell ya!
