Did I Mention?

In all the chaos that is my life, did I mention the emergency trip to the vet with Zeus?

Friday afternoon I came home from a little morning outing (read: shopping) and let Zeus into the backyard. The fenced backyard that we just spent a wad to get fenced that we had to revamp in places to keep him inside said yard- yup, that yard! So, out he went and I got Ava a little lunch, she took a very short nap, I read the blogs, unloaded the dishwasher. All in all about an hour and a half went by. I had peeked out to check on Zeus about 4 times during all this because I am paranoid. Seems that somewhere between the 4th and 5th look at Zeus my paranoia wasn't unjustified.

I open the door to call Zeus in for a little crate time and he was slobbering profusely. He looked rabid, actually. Drool-licklick-droooool-foam.

"Not good," I thought as I grabbed him and put him into his crate. I got him water to drink just in case he was too hot. He looked at me and lost all bowel control in a nice big brown watery flood.

I called mom, "I'm bringing Ava, Zeus is sick, don't ask questions!"

I called the vet, "I'm bringing Zeus, he might have gotten into something poisonous, be there in 10 minutes!"

I put an old quilt in the back of the SUV, loaded Zeus (who luckily only pooped on the tile), grabbed Ava and drove across the yard to mom's, then made a b-line for the vet.

I called Jef. He was worried we were going to lose yet another dog to a mysterious poison.

Long story short, the vet gave Zeus activated charcoal (which he ate happily!), he ran an IV for a few hours, and they never detected any poison or toxins in his system whatsoever.

A $250 mystery!

At least he's ok...

...But his Doggie Treat Fund is now being funnelled into the "Steam Clean the Armada's Carpet" fund.

--The Milk Maid kindly refrained from photographic evidence of the above reference account.