Finally, I got a chance to talk to my best girlfriend (BGF) today. It’s been far too long! Her family has rescued another greyhound. This one is named Tara. She was used for breeding purposes.
Apparently Tara is making herself quite at home.
As it was Easter this past Sunday, my BGF’s children received treats from the Grandparental Units. One Grandmamma gave the children those little capsules you put in water and watch the casing melt and out pops a sponge shaped animal. You know what I’m talking about? Don’cha? Apparently the children got an even dozen and enjoyed playing with them during tub time.
Well, sometime during the day, Tara found the 12 sponges stored in the appropriate bathroom in some sort of open storage bin that lives between the toilet and the tub. Tara found them and enjoyed them so well she ingested 7 of them! Yupper! Seven sponges. Can we spell potential i-m-p-a-c-t-i-o-n problem?! YIKES!
BGF gave the vet a hasty jingle on the telephone. His instructions were to give Tara 2 teaspoons of hydrogen peroxide and hustle that dog’s butt outside rapidomente! BGF, not being one to dilly-dally when it comes to vet instructions, administered said remedy, hustled Tara out the door where she hurled up 7 sponges (and goodness only knows what else).
I asked BGF, “How do you know all 7 came up?” BGF replied, “I counted them as I sifted through the uh…ya know…the…” Okay! Okay! I got!! YUCK!
Well at least Tara didn’t chew up BGF’s husband’s PDA, which the other greyhound Lady did not too long ago! Sponges are a whole lot cheaper!