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rthstewart) wrote2011-05-10 10:42 pm
rthstewart) wrote2011-05-10 10:42 pm
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My live with labs
So, as I mentioned in the previous post, I wasn't feeling the love regarding this recent chapter (I like the next one more, but at over 17,000 words, couldn't see combining them into one). This has been aggravated by RL woes, which exploded into a new level of badness when I came home yesterday to find that our 5 year old Labrador had eaten a retrieving bumper -- 6 inches of soft plastic. She's not a Hound, she doesn't talk, and her name isn't Jina, but she's my third yellow Lab bitch and she's a sweetie. So, it's been two days and a long all nighter with trips to the emergency vet and what not.
Here's my girl, wearing the cone of shame. What you really need to imagine is that image below but her with a giant stuffed hedgehog plush toy in her mouth, while still wearing the cone of shame and trying to stuff the toy in my ear.
We are hoping to avoid abdominal surgery to remove the plastic. The risk is that as what remains passes (if it passes) that it might perforate her intestine. So, keeping fingers crossed.
Here's my girl, wearing the cone of shame. What you really need to imagine is that image below but her with a giant stuffed hedgehog plush toy in her mouth, while still wearing the cone of shame and trying to stuff the toy in my ear.
We are hoping to avoid abdominal surgery to remove the plastic. The risk is that as what remains passes (if it passes) that it might perforate her intestine. So, keeping fingers crossed.