Spoiled Dog

So the dog must be jealous. Sadie looked around at all the time and attention and resources lavished on the other small beings in the household and started to feel discontented with her share. The boy gets taught math and reading and other interesting lessons every single day. The baby girl gets carried EVERYWHERE and tended to when she makes loud annoying noises. And the middle sized girl child is so loud that no one can forget that she is there.

Sadie must have felt that she wasn't getting her fair piece of the pie. So to make up for it she ate the cake. Not just any cake, but a green tomato cake (it tastes a lot better than it sounds) full of raisins and pecans. She didn't stop to consider the ingredients and whether or not they would agree with her. Or to fully consider the fact that is has been found out the raisins are poisonous to dogs. Nope, she smelled it, realized everyone was in bed, then ate it all. The big humans didn't discover the crime until the morning. She seemed to be okay and well pleased with her lot.

Then she started throwing up (the mother cleans up after everyone else, she must have figured it was her turn). She found the only bit of floor in the house that wasn't laminate or vinyl and threw up all over it (the rug is still hanging outside and will be going to its new home at the dump tomorrow). I called the vet and was told to bring her in. What fun times for the dog. Not only was she getting so much attention but now she was getting a field trip as well. She stayed with the vet most of the day for a series of fun and informative (and expensive) tests. It was discovered the raisins hadn't destroyed her kidneys but her liver was in trouble for mysterious reasons. Also on a completely unrelated note she was suffering from a UTI. The vet wanted to keep her in the clinic overnight but as there would be no one there, I convinced them to send the dog home with us.

The vet sent Sadie home on the condition that we give her sub-cutaneous fluids. This consisted of pinching her skin up and sticking a big old needle in it and then letting the fluid fill her on up. This of course fell to me. Why this fell to me I don't know. The ability to birth and raise children shouldn't also equate to being able to stick big needles in living things. Sadie didn't seem to mind this nearly as much as I did. She was content finally getting some of the attention she so justly deserved. Oh and did I mention the resources as well? No I didn't. And would you like to know why not? Because I can not believe that I spent that much money on a DOG. Let's just say at this point the dog has almost cost me as much as I had to pay out of pocket for Grace's birth. Yes that is bitterness you sense.

So we had Sadie home and were told to monitor her. We needed to be certain she was eating and drinking. Sadie did not want to eat or drink. Sadie wanted to lay on the couch (her rightful throne) and look pathetic. I, on the other hand, did not want to pay more money to take her back to the vet. Michael was able to convince her to drink out his hand and even to drink a little bit of water out of a dish. Not her bowl mind you, but a cup. She would only drink out of a cup. Michael went back to work and left me with the princess dog. I could not get her to drink out of anything for any reason. Fearing another vet visit I had to figure out how to get fluids, any fluids, into her. So I put beef bouillon in her water. That she would drink. Then we couldn't get her to eat anything. So I did something I said I would never do. I sent Michael to the store to buy canned dog food. Dog food with words like gourmet, prime cut, and home style gravy in the title. So we mixed wet food with dry food and she inhaled it. It has been four days since she ate the cake and I think she is finally starting to feel better. Now I just need to convince her to sleep on the floor, drink toilet water, and eat dry dog food.