So, this past weekend I was working on trimming the shrubs. I forgot the name of what kind they are. Minnesota plants. After a bit of trimming I hear this awful howl from Duncan. Turns out he was a bit behind me, quietly chewing on the extension cord. Not a good idea. When I turned around, Duncan was twitching, rolling around, going nuts, overall crazy electrocuted motions. Horrible noises and all. I ran inside to get the phone and the emergency vets number (handy they give out those magnets). I start calling on my way back outside to check on him. Dan's flailing less, but in a not good way, foaming mouth and everything. I swear his eyes were rolling back in his head. I tell the vet he just electrocuted himself, they ask how quickly we can get there.
Of course this is a 70 pound (I thought) lab, that was going nuts again from having eaten electricity. I have no idea if I can get him in the car without being bitten or actually being able to lift him. I yell to the kids we have to go, convince them they are not going in to look for video games to play at the vet, get Max put away. Thankfully, during this 30 seconds, Duncan calms down a bit. I call him and he starts running over to the car and jumps in the back of the van himself. We head out so quickly to the vet, poor neighbor kids I don't think realized what all was going on.
Of course, the whole way to the emergency vet, the electrocuted idiot (aka Duncan) in the back thinks we are going to the dog park and is all excited and happy in the back. I think to myself, wasn't he the one with a couple hundred volts going through him a bit ago?
Once we get there I realize I ran out so quickly I forgot the leash. In the process of running in the vet to get a leash and out again the boys have gotten into a fit arguing about going out each others doors (when will they outgrow this?). Hook Duncan up, excited idiot runs in like it's his birthday. They run him to the back for the vet to check him out while I start paperwork and settle the lounge TV for the boys. And then get this, they come out to ask if I was sure I saw the cord.
Yes, they want to make sure he bite the cord, as they see no marks in his mouth and he seems fine. Lungs sound fine, although panting, and heart sounds fine. Of course we end up going through the asking about a radiograph and staying or observation. I decline both. Emergency is expensive enough and if they say he is acting fine, no marks, problems, I can watch him myself for free.
The rest of the day he was fine. Took him to the dog park the next two days, nothing. Just as idiotic as ever. So much excitement and worry in such a short period it was ridiculous. Although I will say, whether it was any reaction from that or just having worn him out at the dog park each day, he didn't try to get the vacuum cord since "the incident".
And for the update on size, Duncan, now seven months old, is seventy six pounds. Yikes!
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