Deb and I were out and about for a while, running errands and visiting her sister. We got home around 9:30pm and got the dogs out of their kennel. I came into the office/sim room and began doing some repair work on Deb's sister's computer (it's dead...can't be fixed)...and Deb called in to the room telling me that Hazel, our 8-pound Chihuahua girl, was acting weird. I go in and Hazel is walking sideways, loosing her balance, seems disoriented. I asked Deb if she had fallen or anything. No. I asked Deb if Hazel had gotten into anything...people food, plants. Not that Deb knew. This carried on for several minutes, with Hazel being focused and seemingly fine one moment and staggering around sideways the next. If I called her name, she would focus on me and make a bee line to me...but would then go stumbling away sideways. Between Deb asking me what was wrong with Hazel (to which I hollered back "I don't know, I'm not a vet!"), Roseanne playing on Netflix with way more volume than was necessary, and my sheer panic of losing my Baby Gurl, I was scared to death. I grabbed the phone and tried to contact our vet...kept getting a busy signal.
At some point in our panic...Hazel stumbled into the office/sim room and up into the doggie bed next to the closet door. And there she threw up...a lot. Big chunks of carrots, pieces of onion (which can be fatal to dogs), rice, peas....basically every ingredient in the stir fried rice Deb had for lunch. Somehow Hazel had gotten into it and gorged herself on it....and luckily it did not kill her. Once she threw up, she returned to her normal self...though her breath was a bit worse off.
I will have to keep an eye on her tonight and tomorrow morning to make sure that she does not manifest any signs of toxic reaction to the onion and be prepared to rush her little butt to the vet...even if it costs us the entire balance of our checking account.
I have never seen a dog act so out of it...well, that's not true...Spud, the dog in my avatar, died of seizures 4 years ago last month....and what Hazel was doing was very similar to what Spud was doing in the early stages of his Cluster Seizures. The similarities were enough that I thought I was watching my sweet Hazel die right before my eyes.
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At some point in our panic...Hazel stumbled into the office/sim room and up into the doggie bed next to the closet door. And there she threw up...a lot. Big chunks of carrots, pieces of onion (which can be fatal to dogs), rice, peas....basically every ingredient in the stir fried rice Deb had for lunch. Somehow Hazel had gotten into it and gorged herself on it....and luckily it did not kill her. Once she threw up, she returned to her normal self...though her breath was a bit worse off.
I will have to keep an eye on her tonight and tomorrow morning to make sure that she does not manifest any signs of toxic reaction to the onion and be prepared to rush her little butt to the vet...even if it costs us the entire balance of our checking account.
I have never seen a dog act so out of it...well, that's not true...Spud, the dog in my avatar, died of seizures 4 years ago last month....and what Hazel was doing was very similar to what Spud was doing in the early stages of his Cluster Seizures. The similarities were enough that I thought I was watching my sweet Hazel die right before my eyes.
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