Have you entered the GIVEAWAY???
Those of you who follow me on Twitter saw an interesting tweet yesterday about my Lucy Wiener.
Here's the scoop for the rest of you. At lunch yesterday, I gave the midget the drummie part of a chicken wing to chew on. She thoroughly enjoyed waving the wing around and even ate a few bites off of it, then continued flailing her arms about. She did one particularly graceful move, which reminded me of the ribbon dancers in the rythmic gymnastics portion of the olympics, and the chicken wing went flying across the kitchen and hit the floor.
Before I could even get the word "NOOOO" past the little chucky in the back of my throat, Stupid Piggy Lucy Wiener had bolted across the room and gotten to the chicken wing. I'm pretty sure I heard a sonic boom as she surpassed the speed of sound...
I jumped up and ran over toward her. She ran under the kitchen table and when I bent down to grab her, she GULPED. There was no chicken bone. The little oinker swallowed it whole!!
Against the hubby's wishes, I called the vet. I wanted to make sure it was okay to make her throw up. We are well versed in doggy-barf-induction, as Stupid Scaredy Henry Wiener once swallowed some Advil that hubby accidentally left out. That one cost us about $200 because we weren't sure exactly when and how much he had swallowed, so we had all the kidney function tests done.
The vet agreed we should make her throw up. She said it was much better to make her throw it up now than to wait to see if it did damage to her intestines. So Lucky Lucy got two tablespoons of hydrogen peroxide dumped down her throat.
After fifteen minutes, she still hadn't tossed her cookies, so she got four tablespoons more. After about five minutes, she puked up a GIANT pile of foam, but no bone. Then she puked up the bone.