Happy pet stories

fafnir605
Thu, 08 Jul 2010 13:34:25 +0000

When my D was in kindergarten, she had a friend come over to play Monopoly. They were sitting at the kitchen table, and when one of them threw the die, it fell on the floor and was swallowed by my 14-year-old dachshund. I threw the 2 girls and the dog in the car and headed for the vet’s office, all the time thinking that it was his last ride. In the back, the girls are discussing how they are going to play the game without the die. The friend says, “Maybe your mom could stop at my house and get one from my mom.” I am ready to freak! The vet looks at the dog, looks at me and suggests that maybe we could get him to throw it up. Otherwise, it’s surgery and because of his age, he does not think he will survive. I call the friend’s mother, whom I have never met, and explain how she has to pick up her kid at the vet’s office, not at my house. The vet puts morphine in his eyes, he throws up the die (which I get back in a prescription bottle!) and my angel gets one more year with us. We always referred to him as Nathan Detroit after that!