I’m thankful that Riley threw up at 7:00 this morning–odd thing to be thankful for, yes?
I’m thankful for the event because, once I saw what he had thrown up, I realized he: 1) wouldn’t be needing to take a trip to the emergency vet clinic on a Sunday and therefore 2) he would be able to retain his nickname, “the $10K puppy” instead of having to change it to the “$13K puppy”.
What I discovered in his bed was a huge wad of twisted, bleached and tangled-up towel (see yesterday’s post for explanation). Once rinsed off and examined (don’t ask), I determined the piece to be approximately 4 inches wide and 6-8 inches long at the time of ingestion. How he managed to swallow it without choking (and, for that matter, regurgitate it without choking) is beyond me. That towel has been sitting in his intestine for at least 5 or 6 days, probably absorbing it’s weight in digestive juices many times over. It kind of explains his increased thirst this past week. I thought about including a photo of it to share with everyone, but decided it was one of those things that is better left to the imagination…
