Who'd a-thunk it? When I adopted five rescue dogs, I had no idea that Vaseline would become my new best friend. But it obviously is.
I was sitting on the couch doing a crossword puzzle. Apparently I dropped my white-out pen. I thought I stuck it in my pocket, but who knows whether I missed the pocket or it fell out. I assume it was on the couch beside me when Lola got up and sat with me for a while. When she got down I didn't pay much attention, but now .... isn't hindsight wonderfully clear? .... I realize that she kinda sneaked off the couch and went to the end of it, out of my sight.
I made a mistake in the puzzle, and I reached for the pen, and it wasn't in the pocket. I stood up and began looking between the couch cushions. Next I decided I must have not put it in the pocket as I thought, so looked all over the coffee table, nothing. On the floor, nothing.
And then ....
I saw her at the end of the couch, looking very guilty. She does not hide it well when she has done something she knows she shouldn't. And right in front of her was a well-chewed white plastic used-to-be pen. I picked it up and the palm of my hand filled with white-out, so I'm assuming she didn't get much ingested. I threw it away and cleaned my hands as best I could, then called the vet.
The receptionist answered the phone, and said just a minute, she would ask doc. When she came back to the phone, I heard him chuckling in the background as she relayed his remedy. A half tablespoon of Vaseline repeated every four hours for four times. You might remember that Maxey had to have a similar treatment recently when he ingested a tampon.
I guess I'd better buy an industrial size container of Vaseline. Looks like I'm gonna be needing it over time.
Anybody want a dog?
NO, CAROLINE, I'M KIDDING.