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For anyone concerned about this, the story ends happily for the dog involved........
A few days ago when Curly was first sick, I posted that his story was reminding me of a story from long, long ago involving my first bouvier Tasha, who we now believe was really at least part doodle. I promised that when Curly was better I would share a story with you all about the Great Asparagus Incident. Here is is picture of Tasha so you can relate a bit better (sorry it's cropped from a collage, but it's all I have.) With her is her buddy Oreo. Both crossed the Rainbow Bridge many years ago.
When Tasha first came to live with us as an 8 week old puppy, her remarkable digestive system was one of the first things we noticed. She was an avid recycler. Fortunately, I was a stay at home Mom of 3 young boys with nothing but time on my hands to stand with her every time she went out and make sure I got to it before she did (eeeewwww!!). From there she branched out into rock swallowing. We had taken great efforts to install a large size gravel based run where she could do her business and the boys could enjoy the yard. And enjoy it she did. "Plunk, plunk, ping, plunk" was audible from anywhere in the yard as the rocks completed the digestive process. Then there was the incident with the 18" of floral wire and the large bow made of 3" wide lace which somehow passed through with difficulty, but without damage. And over the years, who knows how many bags of Hershey's kisses with foil she completely devoured (she was smart enough to leave the plastic bag). We fed her grapes as a snack frequently because no one had told us or her that they were toxic. Despite all this, it was asparagus that caused her only digestive system related emergency trip to the vet's.
On Sundays, we often took our 3 young boys and Tasha to my Mom's for supper. Mom loved Tasha. Tasha was an avid consumer of vegetables of all kinds and on this particular occasion, my mom fed her a few ends of raw asparagus stocks. (Don't google this, they are safe - so they say). By Monday, Tasha developed loose, increasingly frequent stools. As we all do, I dealt with it the usual ways that we discuss so many times here in our community. But overnight on Monday, things got worse. The stools (like dear Cousin Curly) had some blood in them. Also they were accompanied by very large amounts of gas. You have no doubt all heard of "projectile vomiting"......... well, ya..............
Anyway, I called the vet first thing Tuesday morning, beside myself because of Tasha but also because I needed to write an exam at the University that morning, and I was pretty sure "dog with projectile diarrhea" didn't fall under acceptable excuses for absence. The vet made an appointment for as soon as I could come in after my exam was over.
But what to do with her while I was gone??? We had no garage at the time. We had had a storm sewer back-up in the basement not too long before and it was cleaned up, but things were still disrupted from everything being moved. However, the laundry room had vinyl flooring and I figured it was probably the easiest to clean up. I looked around the room to try to minimize potential cleanup. There was a freezer, the laundry machines, 2 large window fans that we had borrowed from friends to try to help dry up the basement, some cupboards, buckets, mops and laundry. I moved all the small stuff out into the next room. The door to the room was a bi-fold door which Tasha was quite aware she could open with a head-butt, so I put a tension baby gate across the outside of the door, crossed my fingers, and left for school.
When my exam was done, I came home and was greeted at the door by you know who! Nothing was apparently wrong that I could see immediately, so I cautiously went downstairs. Baby gate on the floor, door open. I looked around the corner and surveyed the laundry room. OMG.....who would have thought. So I went to the phone and called our friends. I said, "I just can't believe this and I'm sorry, but the sh** hit the fan!"
Well, the dog got antibiotics and her digestive system was as good as new. The fans, I'm sorry to say, went to the dump.