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It never fails. When you’re a veterinary student and you
have pets—especially if you have a dog—you tend to end up in a
veterinary hospital for one random reason or another. My
boyfriend, Zach, and I adopted a wire-haired dachshund from the
Harris County Animal Shelter in August and named him Fender.
He was pretty good for a 5-month-old puppy. He only had a few
accidents here and there before he was completely potty trained,
and even when he did have accidents, they were generally on his dog
pillow or towel so that it was easy to clean up (how
considerate!). Having worked in clinics and been surrounded
by hundreds of people who own animals, you hear the horror stories
of things that pets have gotten into: socks, underwear, a whole
package of honey buns, magnets, rubber turtles, copper cables: the
list is never-ending!
Of course, you think that when you get your own dog things will
be different, which is complete denial, but you can’t help it
because your new furry friend has been on his best behavior, gained
your trust, and lulled you into a false sense of security.
Then, you wake up one morning, head to school as usual, and come
home to find that your unopened snack stash has been
ransacked. Fender managed to get his paws into Oreos,
funyuns, and gardettos. You then go through the five stages
of grief. You lie to yourself and say he couldn’t have done
it, and then you’re sad because you never got a chance to eat the
Oreos, and then you’re angry because you have no more snack
food. Before you reach acceptance of what happened, you’re
kind of impressed that such a little dog managed to eat his weight
in food. You kind of want to give him a high five, but
instead, you give him hydrogen peroxide and take him to the small
Fender ended up vomiting most of the food up (thank goodness!),
although much of it ended up on one of Zach’s shirts. He also
ended up vomiting some in the exam room, which, not surprisingly,
received the question of why his vomit was orange. Fender
didn’t just eat any old Oreos. He was festive and ate the
Halloween kind with the orange filling. Of course, he was
acting like it was the best day of his life. Yeah, that’s our
dog. Luckily, none of the foods he ate were toxic, although
Dr. Stacy Eckman warned us that something toxic would be coming out
in a few days, and toxic it was (and under the bed too!)
Needless to say, this provided a valuable life lesson.
Never underestimate a dachshund’s size: he will find a way to get
what he wants, no matter how high something is.
Until next time!
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