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Quick! Call poison control!

June 30th 2005 9:48 am
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Dad found me in the kitchen chewing on a package of Advil Cold and Sinus pills. I was perfectly happy sitting on my pillow enjoying the crunchy sounds of the plastic -- I don't know why he had to take it from me. Two of the pills were missing and two were crushed up, but still in the package. Mom didn't know if she had taken the missing pills or if I had eaten them. Uh oh.

The vet told dad to call poison control. Dad grumbled over the $50 they charge for dumbpug advice. However, they still have to admit that they want to keep me around. I was the center of attention but wasn't sure if that was a good thing.

Since no one was sure (including me) if I'd eaten the medicine, the poison control people told dad that he would have to induce vomiting. They told us to give me 1.5 tablespoons of hydrogen peroxide. Even I wouldn't drink that stuff straight. Yuck. It did taste pretty good when mom mixed it with a bowl of BBQ sauce. I licked up every drop. It was supposed to take 15 minutes for me to puke. Then mom would have to comb through it to see if she could find anything that looked like Advil. I had to stay in the kitchen while mom kept a close eye on me.

After 45 minutes and still no barf, mom was convinced that my iron guts had prevailed. She finally let me out of the kitchen. Of course, I got sick out in the living room. Mom held her nose as she looked through it.

Meanwhile, dad was back on the phone with poison control. They said to keep a close eye on me and to look for any signs of agitation that would be caused from the decongestant. Basically it would act like doggy speed and could make my heart shut down. The other main ingredient, ibuprofen, would be bad for my nervous system and possibly cause liver failure. I guess this was pretty bad. I licked myself.

I didn't show any signs of discomfort and it turned out to be a false alarm. However, the next day I was kind of sluggish and didn't want to play with Dill or move around much. At first mom thought that maybe I had actually eaten something. She was right...but it wasn't pharmaceuticals. I felt a lot better after I pooped out a big rock.



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