Having on Thursday eaten twelve tacos and their associated wrappers, washed down with packets of mild, hot, and, yes, fire sauce, and, having by Saturday vacated those and everything else from his system, Boddington decided that his yo quiero-ing of the Taco Bell simply wasn’t enough.
On Sunday, we left The Bods at home while we helped Dear Friends paint their newly refinished basement, thinking that mixing Boddington and wet paint would be unwise. After the first coat of paint was finally up, though, we realized that the project was likely to consume all of the day and a good part of the evening, and decided that Mo had better go fetch The Bods and bring him over to hang with us at Dear Friends.
Mo returned home to find a forlorn doodle surrounded by a shredded CVS bag, an empty box, and an ibuprofen bottle chewed into four seperate and distinct pieces. What she did not find was the 50 pills that the bottle should have contained.
That’s right, The Bods tried to off himself.
10 ibuprofen can be lethal to dogs; 5 can wreck their kidneys. The Bods? He ate 41.
We rushed Boddington to the emergency veterinary hospital, where I jumped out of the car while it was still moving, and, after yelling at the poor lady behind the counter, fell to my knees, crying hysterically, rocking, and hugging the doodle. We made quite an entrance.
They induced vomiting, put The Bods under and did several gastric lavages (fun fact — three gallons of water fit in a 45 lb doodle), and ran active charcoal through his system to rid him of any remaining ibuprofen. Of course, the vomiting, lavages, and charcoal removed all of Bods’ epilepsy medications from his system too, so he also seized while in the hospital.
Don’t worry, though, his treating veterinarian advised us that even while hospitalized Boddington still had spirit. For instance, he apparently had a lively 24 hour bark-off with a labradoodle. Oh, and managed to break into the trash in the ICU.
The doctor’s take on Bodsie’s, um, behavioral issues? “The funny thing about goldendoodles is that they get no golden retriever and they get no poodle. They’re just all doodle.”
After 50 hours in the hospital and $1,500, our doodle is home.
Oh my gosh, that poor pup!
So I’m guessing if you’re not already, then you’ll soon be on a first name basis with the emergency vet staff.
[Oh, yes, we are. In fact when I picked Bods up yesterday I tried to set up his vet with one of our friends. Sadly, vet is newly engaged. Bah!]
hey so happy he’s OK. Good thing you didn’t lose control of your emotions during a stressful time… lol
after 12 tacos and varying degrees of hot sauce, as well as paper products… maybe he felt so lousy that he thought the ibuprofen would help.
[I know. Or, he wanted a colonic and the tacos and paper just weren't sufficient! Needed the lavage!]
Glad your pup is ok but $1500! Oy. Was Bods a ‘free’ dog?
[Um, no. The Bods' starting price was about the same price as this last stint in the ICU. Because that's how dumb we are.]
Wow. You need pet insurance!!! We have VPI and it has worked out well for us. I had a golden retriever who was naughty like that– for the first three years of her life she would eat the walls…like we would wake up in the morning and chunks of drywall would be missing. Later she moved on to normal dog things, like shoes.
Another idea, Simple Human locking trashcans. We have them because otherwise the cats go rifling through everything. Give ‘em a try if you haven’t already. Don’t know how well they would work for you though– Bods seems pretty determined to eat trash. Eeek!!
[We have a simplehuman can but not a locking one -- that's a good idea. The Bods has figured out how to step on the foot peddle to open it.]
Boddington is 2… which makes him 14 in human years, so he is acting just like a teenage boy – eating everything in sight, experimenting with drugs and getting in fights. It’s only a matter of time before he is dealing pot, staying out ’til all hours, running up the phone bill with text messages, being brought home by the cops and getting some stray girl pregnant. Maybe you should send him to military school before it is too late….
[I feel like Bods might deal more than pot. At least we can be very confident he'll be no one's babydaddy. Plus, you know the Bods definitely isn't into getting busy. The only way he could be more asexual is if he were a petunia.]
OMG, how friggin scary! Thankfully you guys realized the day would go longer than you had planned and someone needed to retrieve him, I can’t think of what would have happened had it been hours before you returned home! He’s one lucky doodle!
Good Lord Bods, surely things aren’t that bad!! All doodle indeed! Thank god Mo went home in time.
Just landed here for the first time — following links, I think from eb’s place. At any rate — your dog is adorable. And such the teenager…