August 10th 2009 8:58 pm
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After repetitive warnings from my mommy not to feed me bones to gnaw on, a certain someone (which I will decline to mention a name to protect this person's identity) still insisted to feed me a Nylabone. Within 5 minutes, my curious appetite had devoured more than half the bone. Naturally, my over-protective mommy, transported me to the Vet Clinic immediately after consulting with my Vet (the fine print in the package insert of the Nylabone instructed my mommy not to be alarm if I ate a "rice kernel" size portion but if portions exceeded more than 1/4 inch to instantaneously contact the Vet).

In less than 3 days, I was once again under the care of a Vet. I had a better prognosis this time: I was able to go home-with no injection of Apple Morphine, only careful supervision to ensure I would have repetitive bowel movements to allow the Nylabone particles to pass through. I was beginning to get use to this Apple Morphine ...