12 February 2007 13:41

Dogs take unnecessary risks

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On Saturday, I spent six hours at the emergency vet with my mom and her dog. He was having problems moving (he's an almost 110 pound German Shepherd, and we had problems moving him, too). He's probably going to be fine. Just by the example of the Saturday I spent there, I have to say that I think dogs must be far more emergency-prone than cats. There were several dogs that had been hit by cars, one that had tried to fight a raccoon, one that had been in a fight with another dog (in the same household), and one who had eaten 28 Prozac. I feel bad for the Prozac-eater's owner; that's an entire month of meds, and I bet insurance doesn't fall for the "but my dog ate it" line very easily. There were no cats. Someone called about an iguana, and someone else called about a dog who had eaten Valentine's chocolates (I was sitting next to the reception desk, which I recommend if you're ever in the same situation. You learn a lot). The chocolate-eater's owner was told that it was unlikely her dog would suffer anything worse than diarrhea and some vomiting, but that he'd "probably be hyperactive for a couple of hours". I came home, and the dingo looked at me like I'd had adventures without him. The dingo has never been to the emergency vet (knock wood), but he loves the regular vet almost as much as he loves the park and eating snow and pooping in front of the mean Golden Retriever's house when said Golden Retriever is in his yard, barking his head off. The dingo has an odd sense of humor, and his nails need to be trimmed. He sounds like a tap dancer on the wood floors. love, might