Emergency vet visit kicks off week at Scottie News

What a way to start the week. It’s Monday morning at the park and, all of a sudden, I realize that my inveterate stick-chewing Scottish Terrier has something lodged firmly in her mouth.

Bridget’s not choking but she’s frothing at the mouth and obviously in great discomfort. She’s also doing everything in her handless power to dislodge whatever it is that’s stuck somewhere in the depths of her jaws.

I take her to the vet right opposite the park but it doesn’t open until 10 and it’s only 8:45. On the corner, I run into the father of one of my daughter’s former classmates, who’s out doing home repairs. He very kindly offers to drive me to the next closest vet, who boards our cat but doesn’t look after the dog

Within minutes, the vet and her assistant remove a chicken bone and it only costs $25, which is a veterinary bargain.

But wait, it’s too good to be true. They ding me another $35 for removing a claw on the cat five months earlier, a procedure I never approved and was not supposed to pay for. Under the circumstances, however, I just couldn’t be bothered to argue about it.

Meanwhile Bridget is fine but seems a little more tired than usual after her adventure. She’s sticking by my side instead of sitting out on the front balcony, as is her wont, and keeping tabs on what’s going on on the street.

10 thoughts on “Emergency vet visit kicks off week at Scottie News

  1. I am happy to hear that Bridget is safe and sound. I must say that I have been profoundly puzzled by the amount of chicken bones found on the street daily while walking Brigadoon. I am not sure if they have always been present- but I never noticed them because I was not trying to keep them from being inhaled by a quick and tenacious Scottie- or if there is a recent epidemic of them. Regardless as a child who never missed an issue of “Ranger Rick” (the kids magazine published by the Wildlife Federation where littering was a horrific crime) I am apalled. Last spring I had to go in after a chicken wing and was so fired up after basically wrestling Brigadoon to the ground to get the chicken wing- that I threw the blasted thing as far as I could into the Allegheny River.

  2. If it’s some sort of bone, your scottie will find it and inhale it.

    Piper found and was quite happily chewing on what I suspect was a vertebrea (I’m fairly certain that is not spelled right.) from a sheep.

    I know for a fact that sheep have not been slaughtered there for some 20 years, so where it came from is beyond me. I’m just happy I caught it before she did something dumb with it.

    Rick

  3. I am so pleased that Bridget is fine. There’s nothing that gets everybody’s adrenaline pumping like an emergency trip to the vet. It takes time for the stress hormones to work their way out of the system.

    Our Duncan had an incident with a piece of evil kibble last fall that, in the end, sent us flying to the vet. Poor Ducky was held upside down, hiemliched, scoped, suctioned, patted on the head and sent home. He didn’t leave my side for two days.

    Be kind to your selves for the next few days – she’ll be balcony cruising by the end of this week.

  4. I think it must be raining chicken bones! We had a chicken bone incident 2 weeks ago…and now everytime she manages to squeeze out the door between my feet, she high tales it to the neighbors yard where said bone was discovered in their driveway. Now, it’s rained several times since then but the chicken bone smell or the KFC spices…whatever, pulls her to it like a bee to a blossom. Now, if I can figure out what to do to prevent giant earthworm retrieval in the morning, I can go back to eating breakfast. Bonnie loves to dig up snails and earthworms!

  5. Wow, that must have been some ordeal! How very scary! Glad to hear that the bone was removed and not breaking you at the same time. Duhgall had a stick lodged horizontally in the roof of his mouth once. We were able to remove it. You just never know what our little high brows and four inch legs are going to do next!!

    Becky

  6. Thank you everyone for your kind words.

    Bridget seems recovered enough that she would attempt to inhale another chicken bone if she found one.

    It is amazing indeed that there are so many chicken bones out there on the urban streets. And so true too that we don’t notice them until we have a dog on the end of a lead.

    IN our case, I think we may even have more chicken bones than average owing to a high concentration of portuguese BBQ chicken shops in the area.

    Many people like to buy the chickens and then head to the park for an impromptu picnic and Mondays are the worst for leftover weekend picnic litter.

    IN any case, I really should be grateful for the $25 vet bill, which must be some kind of record, especially considering it was from a vet on a very posh shopping street — next to a fancy French patisserie not a Portuguese chicken place.

  7. Glad to hear Bridget is OK now after the chicken bone incident.

    But why do Scotties chew sticks? – both mine do, and I have never noticed in other dogs we have had. I assumed it was just another of their many quirks, but perhaps they are not that unusual?

  8. “But why do Scotties chew sticks? – both mine do, and I have never noticed in other dogs we have had. I assumed it was just another of their many quirks, but perhaps they are not that unusual?”

    My girl loves to chew on sticks. Unfortunately, she can’t digest them very well & ends up puking at 3am to get the chewed up bits out of her stomach…..

  9. Oh, how very scary. I’m so glad that she’s OK. And you, too! Reminds me of a restaurant adjacent to a favorite dog-walking park/soccer field right back in CA. They featured yummy little baby-back pork ribs, a real take-out favorite with the locals. Some very thoughtless individuals would stroll the park, slurp on the ribs and then pitch the bones into the bushes, grass, playground sand, wherever. Irresistible for dogs, esp. those with keen noses. I had many wrestling sessions with Pepper over those bones, finally had to just stop going. Was probably providential since there was a big gang shootout there soon after I stopped going. Yikes. Anyway, I’m so glad your beloved is safe and sound. Thanks for reminding all of us about this common hazard.

  10. All I can say is after last night’s visit to the Veterinarian Hospital, and over $900 later … sigh – that $25 chicken bone removal was indeed a bargain! My Scottie Watson is horrible for inhaling things he shouldn’t when we’re out for our Dawn Patrol (it’s actually before dawn, and I have to use a flashlight to see what he’s up to …) However, we now have a new “word of command” – normally I’d use “Leave it”, but now he reacts to my initial “HEY!” and scurries back to heel … chuckle!

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