I had the highest intentions of writing a really solid post tonight. Of course, we all know where roads paved with good intentions lead.
As I was preparing to walk out of work’s door this evening a distressed Cavalier King Charles Spaniel was rushed through the same door in the opposite direction. Her story was a familiar one.
The dog had been playing at the beach. Several sport fishermen were also at the beach. The clam on one of the hooks looked and smelled mighty tempting. One fisherman caught more than he bargained for.
Fortunately (which is a very relative term considering the situation), the hook lodged in the dog’s mouth before it was swallowed. Oral fish hooks are much easier to deal with than their gastric or esophageal compatriots.
It took a heavy sedative/pain killer, a pair of pliers, and a pair of wire cutters to remove the foreign body. The dog’s prognosis is excellent. But I left work over an hour late, and I’m a busy man. Hopefully tomorrow I’ll have more time to write an outstanding post.
In the meanwhile, I’ll be sure to keep my pal Buster away from areas where people like to fish.