So here is the story leading up to last night and what happened last night. Friday evening, a week ago, Dane says "honey I think I might have a hernia." well being that it is Friday, we can't make a doctors appointment until monday. So all weekend Dane is being really careful, not lifting anything heavy and just being cautious.
Monday comes around and he is on the phone first thing trying to find a place with an open appointment, he finds one, we go. The doctor, after much fondling and groping, says well it isn't a hernia. It is a swollen lymph nod.(sp?) So he tells Dane, here is a prescription for an antibiotic- doxycycline, you must just be fighting an infection, if you find anymore swollen lymph nods come back in and we will do some blood work.
So Dane comes home and is taking his prescription just like he is supposed to be. He had been taking it for 2 days, that means 4 pills, only 10 left to take. Well last night Cooper (our puppy) decided that the prescription bottle on the coffee table looked like something good to chew up.
Dane found him chewing on it in the back yard, cap off, no pills in sight! gasp! We called poison control. Apparently there is one for people and animals but the animal one cost from $35-50 per call, we called the people one. Dane explained the situation, the lady tells us that the amount he ate, 1000mg, wouldn't be enough to hurt a child his weight so he should be ok, just to expect some vomiting.
So we get Cooper to eat a bowl of food and drink some water so we know he has something other than antibiotics in his tummy. About 30 minutes later here comes the vomiting. Poor guy, I felt so bad for him.
We fell asleep and around 1 he woke us up to go out, Dane took him, and the flash light to make sure he didn't have diharea, and to watch and keep him from eating the vomit from earlier. Dane was worried sick all night, causing him to stay awake. Him being worried made me worried about him and Cooper, causing me to stay awake. Cooper on the other hand slept great!
So far so good this moring, Cooper seems to be his normal self, digging up bones and bringing them inside, cuddling with me on the couch, eating trash in the bathroom. Nothing unusual.
But we are still praying for him, and I guess in a way glad that he gave us this poison control run through for if the baby ever gets into anything. Lesson learned: Prescrition pill bottles are child proof, not puppy proof!
