The Max Scare
It’s been some time coming, and I honestly have been meaning to blog (or as Sluggy would say, blob) more, but between work, life, and everything else, I haven’t had a time to do much of a brain dump into a blog post (mini dumps go into Facebook nowadays). However, tonight has provided me with a long enough story that warrants using the blog to tell it. Here’s my story.
So today (Superbowl Sunday), I got to church, get out, get breakfast, then go home. I get my stuff together and me and Barbara go to Starbucks to cash in our free drink coupons we got with our new gold cards (they changed the system on them this year, but that’s another story). So we get there and I have my study materials for my VCP that I’m working on, as well as my laptop so I can take my mock tests as well as read various materials. I’m taking my test on Friday (God help me!). Barbara brought her study materials, a book she’s been reading, and a dark chocolate bar to snack on with the coffee. We were there for roughly 3 hours, give or take, then we headed back.
I go home, do what I needed to do, then we walked the dogs after I ran to get some ink for my printer. For those that don’t know, me and Barbara both have a dog (her is Pecas, a female dachshund mix, and mine is Max, a pug), thought Barbara watches them most of the time since he doesn’t like being alone, so he stays with Pecas during the work days and such. She’a also sort of adopted him for staying over as well.
What can I say, Max is a great dog and she loves him. Anyway, so we walk them, and by this time I’m hungry, so we decided to go to dinner. Being as the game has started (it’s in the 2nd quarter by this point), I offered up the suggestion to go to Wingstop to get some Wings, cold beverages, and watch the game (surely they’re playing it). So we take the dogs upstairs, put everything away, and head over to get some wings.
It’s at this point that we order our food and realize we have to wait like 45 minutes to get our food.
Boooooo. I know that professional football isn’t Barbara’s thing (she’s a Texas Tech kinda gal), so I recommend that she go get her book to read it. She wasn’t sure, so I offered to get it, then she finally decided to go get it. I was watching our spot and waiting for the food (place was packed).
This is where the trouble starts.
She lets me know that when she got home, someone had gotten up onto a chair/table, untangled and pulled down her bag with books in it, and yanked out the chocolate bar and ate it, wrapper and all. A little bit of chocolate is okay, but an entire bar is a serious problem. I look it up online, and it turns out that dark chocolate is 10x worse than milk chocolate (but it’s better for us humans, which is why we try to eat that instead). Well crap. This is a problem. We have no idea if only one dog ate it or two. I’m freaking out, so we drive back home and Barbara’s recommending we go to the emergency vet. I figure well, I’ll call my personal vet first, and see what they say. If I can’t get ahold of them, then we’ll go.
I call, and the vet on-call basically says to call the Animal Poison Control (APC) and gives me their number. So I call them up, and I get some level 1 support guy who sounds like he’s from India. Great. I’m excited already. I give him the info and of course they want my credit card # for the consultation. I give them all the info (type of chocolate, amount, size of both dogs, etc) and they give me the steps to get them to throw up:
Well, first time, no dice. So I call back, they say it’s safe to go for a second dose. Neither dog enjoyed this, and neither did we, but it was a necessary evil. So still 10 minutes later, nothing. I call, and while on the phone, Pecas finally lets loose, but she has no chocolate in her’s at all. Holy crap. This is a problem (max is 10lbs smaller). So they basically tell me to go to a vet so they can get him to throw up since he’s being stubborn and it’s probably not a great idea to give him more hydrogen peroxide. $65 later and I should have just went to the emergency vent in the first place. Though in hindsight, I will admit, having them both admitted/induced vomiting at the emergency clinic would have costed more, so I guess Pecas puking made up for that.
So anyway, we drive like stuntmen over to the emergency hospital. The people there were very friendly, and they gave him some sort of medication to get him to finally throw up. He finally does (and quickly I might add, so he was definitely on the verge) and he threw up buckets. Poor little guy.
But you could see all the chocolate. They had to run some tests on him and of course his blood sugar was through the roof, but everything else seemed okay. They talked to the toxicology person, and based on the type of bar he ate, the 60% cocoa content was extra strong (on top of being dark chocolate), so the estimates were higher than they thought, as were the caffeine and such, so they recommended overnight care to be sure. They had to give little guy charcoal to suck up anything left hiding in there, either in his belly or his other parts.
Max is okay, but he’s staying the night with the emergency vets. I’m glad he’s okay, but holy crap did that scare me. My wallet is crying right now too.
But stuff happens, and all in all I’m honestly glad he’s okay. I’ll just be eating ramen for awhile to recover. :p Mainly since I’ve been saving for a house, so he decided to get into stuff at the best possible time. Gotta love that dog.
Now, let’s rewind for a moment. You may be wondering about dinner. Yeah, I basically left, I told the people there that I had to run and I’d be back, and 3 hours later I call them to tell them what happened. I told them I had to leave, but I guess I didn’t make it clear I wouldn’t be back ASAP, so they left the order as “for here”, as in, on the tray waiting for me to pick it up. It eventually got cold, and they had to throw it away.
But I called back and explained the situation, and they were kind enough to remake our order.
Way to go, Wingstop.
Things that bothered me though:
So the poison control people made a bad call imo, and in the future, I plan on running him straight to the vet hospital, no point in calling them. And the manager was a bit of a tard. Other than that though, I’m glad Max is okay. Barbara is picking him up really early in the morning and is taking the day off to watch him (it’s recommended you watch for any signs of problems the next day). I would, but the VCP is on Friday and I really, really need to get this knocked out. VCP, how I hate thee (mainly since you ask esoteric vmware knowledge, but at least you throw in some sysadmin freebies).
Hopefully my next blog will be more uplifting.
I’m closing on a house in 10 days, so maybe I’ll blog about that.
