Sunday, February 07, 2010

Another Skeeree day!

Who knew a little snackie could cause sooooo much drama?
She gave me n Puffie a bone shaped snack, same kind we get every Sunday.  Today I was sooooo eager to get my treatie,  when I grabbed it, I got it in the middle and chomped down so hard the ends fell off and the middle went down my throat. 
I went into immediate dig it out my mouf mode.
Diggin so hard my mouf and feeties were covered in blood.

And if you aren't familiar with Scotties,  our leggies are short.  Little 4 inch stubbies.
So to dig in my extra long mouf,  I hafta curl my mouf under my chest to dig around in there.
I couldn't breathe!
I was in panic mode and she went into rescue mode.

She picked me up upside down and gave me a good shake and part of it fell out.  Then she shoved her big ole mitt down my throat and dug around in there for HOURS it seemed.
She got a bit of it out and then went back for some more.
Finally I was able to get a breath, but it still wasn't all  out.

She got the neighbor to drive us up to the emergency vet clinic which is about 35 minutes away.
I'm choking and gagging and she's prying around in my mouf tryng to see if there was anything caught in my mouf.   Of course, about 10 minutes from the vet, I start being able to breathe and settle down to wash the blood off my paws.    She made me go see the vet anyways, so there was another round of people poking me from both ends.

Now I ask you, in the name of all things Holy, why on earth do they need to take yer temperature when you are choking on a treatie?  First?  BEFORE they open yer yap and take a peek in the correct end?
Noooooo...lets grease up the temp stick and shovie it in the WRONG end.  I'm not SICK, I'm choking!!Maybe they think they needed to do a hind-lick maneuver?  Wanted to make sure that end was warm first?

Then the stoopid vet tech lady goes...."Oh what a cute Schnauzer"...hello, lady, see the TAIL and the naturally pointed ears?  The short stubbie leggies?  

And then again with the vet wonder where they go to school.....'Nice looking Westie', no...See the color of my fur? WHEATEN, not white.   Ears long and on top of my head almost touching?  And if that isn't proof enuf, check out the LONG mouf...yeah, go up the flashy jaws of death and try sticking yer fingers in'll wish I was a Westie.   Then, he had the nerve to try and tell HER that Scotties are BLACK.   Maybe at the online school where you bought yer diploma dude,  but not out here in the real world. 

For those of you that might need a visual reminder of the differences, here is a great link from Scottish Terrier and Dog News:

Anyways,  she tossed a bucket of money at them and we left.  Stoopid vet tried to tell Her I just had the treat stuck in my mouf.   Snort.   We both checked there.   

But the BADDEST news.....I had to get on the scale  (again...WHY?  If I was choking to death in the lobby would I still have to be weighed?)....and...I gained 5 lbs since the Mr. has been out of commission.  The obvious results of Her not taking me on my 3 miles hikes and the Mr. giving me shortbread.  I loooooooovvvvveeeee me some shortbread.   And the Mr. has been known to crumble up a couple in my kibbie.   I heard her mumble something about ONLY carrots and buying a treadmill.   

All this drama over a treatie gone bad.
All's well that ends well, I say.



Katie, Julep and Derby's Mom said...

Oh you poor thing - Derby feels for you. He decided to eat one of those nasty packing peanuts that fell on the floor. Long story short - had trouble breathing - trip to the vets at 9:30 at night - couldn't get it out, pushed it down, and while out had two baby teeth pulls and nails clipped - all to the tune of $400.00 US. We're right there with you buddy! Feel better you cute little thing!

Dog Twitterer ( said...

Phew! Glad it all ended okay.

Anonymous said...

Good grief! This was a harrowing story. I must remember to start eating more slowly. Glad you're okay now.

P.S. Seems like everyone complains about ginormous VET bills.

Abigail said...

We have been there, hope that your house gets some quite soon. Your all very brave.

Pippi lost her weight, you can do it!!! We switched to diet food and kept the same amount. Couldn't make myself feed her less. It's a good option till everyone there is back to full stride.

We all follow your blog and I truly do pray for all of you.

Mack and Sally Ann said...

We are so glad you are OK now. At least you didn't have to have the endoscope shoved down your throught. I hope you are feeling better now.
Sally Ann

Baby Rocket Dog and Hootie said...

That was harrowing just reading about it!! Glad that you're okay now.
Wow, that vet and his assist. were thick. Maybe it was a long day for them so they were sleep talking!
Smooches from pooches,
BabyRD and Hootie

Hamish Westie said...

Hi Bonnie
Yes its not that hard, telling Westies and Scotties apart is it... (and to think that in the UK, vet schools require higher exam grades than schools for human medicine!)
One thing about your story today that does puzzle me. How on earth did your Mom get away with an intact hand after sticking it down your throat? (I'm assuming you would have told us if you'd bitten it off!!)
Cheers, H.

Petey said...

Hi Bonnie!

Perhaps this silly vet was trying to poke the treat out of your throat when he prodded you with the thermometer? What an awful ordeal for you and your Mom.

Now, as to the identification of Scottish dogs...I get called a Westie all the time. I too am Wheaten and Mom always asks "Do you think he's a dirty Westie???" And the other day on the beach, some people with an actual Cairn terrier had the nerve to ask Mom if she was SURE I was a Cairn! (Okay, I am about 7 pounds larger than the ridiculous breed standard of 14lbs.) The mean lady asked what color I was and Mom said Wheaten and the ML said, "Oh no, OUR dog is wheaten." "Nooo...dumb lady...YOUR dog is a weasel-faced RED!" Okay, so Mom didn't ACTUALLY say that second part, but she sure thought it!

Glad to hear you're all recovered.

Your pal,


Jazzi said...

Oh Bonnie, that was scary. Maybe you should have nipped the guy for not knowing what you were. He must have got his ploma from the cracker jacks box!!

Glad that you are ok now and take it easy on the treats there, you Schnauzer!!! ROFL

and Yah, how did they stick their hands down your mouf without you biting it???


Kira The BeaWootiful said...

Woooos! Woo poor thing Bonnie, Mum learned to do the Heimlich maneuver many years ago on a previous do... so she has always remembered how to do that, although the natural instinct is to pick me up and shake me, which really does not work now, does it? And that whole thermometer thingy? I mean, that vet must has some latent boy dog thing going, for going in there when woo are choking!
And do not get me started about breeds, I am not an alaskan malamute, or a snow dog or whatever. and Scampi they always get wrong too, he has been everything from a papillion to an english setter.... sigh... humans...
-Kira The BeaWootiful

Eric said...

Crikey. How scarey Bonnie.Poor you. Same for your Mom's purse too.

You did make me and Mom fall of our chairs laughing though at your description of the vets silly antics. Should of told them you had the Dye your Ears and they would have looked down your throat. Haa!

I saw Hamish told you about vets here? Yep they train for 2 years longer than our doctors!Feel sorry for the leggeds when they go to the quacks but me, I get the royal treatment and they know what I am too. Unlike every legged.

Nice do by the way after your visit to the spa. Teehee..

Wiry wags n kissesa Eric xxx

Kari in WeHo said...

oh man that sounds super scary! glad you are ok

Inky and Molly said...

Where do they go to school indeed??
Everyone in this family thinks them vet people are just there to take your money.
We just had a 'take Inky to the vet because she is not walking properly' and have learnt from 'the specialist', "oh, she's just not walking properly, I can prove that with my xrays"...
How many pigs ears you think we could have bought with that $350 worth of knowledge???

Dory and the Mama said...

Oh Bonnie...we are just glad that you are ok!!


Mango said...

Wow Bonnie! Super scary post! That was a close call for sure, but your mom saved you! Sorry about the extra pounds and idiot vet who did not know what kind of doggie you are. Goodness. I think the best way to recover is with some nice shortbread.


Rocky Creek Scotties and Java said...

We know you and your Mom were both really skeered!! But we're so glad you got it out, even if you did have to have your temp checked.

Lilly, Piper, Carrleigh and Java

PS - 90% of the world thinks Scotties only come in black!! There are 6 AKC recognized colors.

Maggie and Mitch said...

OMG, thank doG you're okay, Bonnie! You sure did have a fun-filled day - especially at your vet's office! hehehe

Love ya lots
Maggie and Mitch

Bella the Westie said...

How scary !
I'm glad it ended well and you're okay.
Looks like those vets need some serious education though.
Love, Bella.

BRUTUS said...

You poor lass!! Just trying to eat a little biscuit, and end up with all that commotion! Good thing you mom is smart and helped you get some more airway!! You wouldn't have wanted that stoopid v.e.t. to have done it - he didn't even know a Scottie when he saw one!! Wonder what he'd think I was....
Glad you are ok, Bonnie!!

Relieved snorts-
Brutus the Frenchie

the booker man said...

hi bonnie!
mama and i found your bloggie through maxdog. we are glad that you are okay after the treat incident! how scary!
mama looooooves scottie dogs, and she knew immediately that you were a wheaten. those vet peoples should know better!
the booker man

TwoSpecialWires said...

Oh my dogness. Is THIS what we find when we've been remiss and then try to catch up? You had our hearts in our throats. We're glad it all worked out well (at least we think so, at this point in our reading.)

So. Are you going to get another one of those treats anytime soon? We think not.

You pals,
Jake and Fergi xxoo