Fishhook Through the Nose, Not a Euphemism
by, 07-15-2009 at 12:02 PM (3135 Views)
Just when I think things couldn't get much more chaotic...
I had to run into town this morning to pick up a few of the kids friends. I was in a hurry so I grabbed the fishing poles from the back of my car and leaned them up against a tree in the front yard. I didn't want to chance leaving them in the car, less the kids in back start raising hell and end up with a hook in their arm/hand/etc.
I thought since I had a moment, I'd stop into Lowes for a minute for a price check on some items.
Low and behold, my phone rings, it's ds. "Mom, the dog has a hook in his nose, and I can't get it out!"
"Ummmm...Kay, well," I ask, "is it completely through?"
"No" he says, "it's sticking into the middle."
"Ok, can you still see the barb of the hook?" I ask.
"What Barb"? he says.
Oh boy... I'm on my way home now, driving like a mad woman, telling my kid not to keep trying to pull a hook out of the nose of a 120 lb hurt, frustrated dog. I have kids with me, so I have to send them into the backyard so said mutt doesn't see them and go bonkers, rush into the house and assess the situation. Crunchies... the hook is in there good... and it's a bait holder hook, the kind with 3 additional barbs to keep fish from stealing your bait. All I can do is try to poke it through his nose and then snip it with pliers.
Um.. he yelps, growls, and I decide this isn't a good plan. So I snap on a leash and head out the door with the dog, open up the back of my Aspen and load him in. By now the stress of the situation is getting to him and just as I put the car into gear, he craps a pile in the back of my car.
So now I have to stop, pull him out of the back of my car, pull everything out of the back of my car, clean up a pile of recycled doggie chow, and pull out the protective covering (thank god I thought to put one in my car!!), leave everything laying in the middle of my driveway while I send the kids to grab the dog crate.
I didn't want to put him in there, I was afraid he'd rip the hook out while we were on the way to the vet, but now I have little to no choice in the matter.
A few minutes later we're on the road, he's now screeching, ds is frustrated because he can't pat him & older ds (& friends) are in the house without supervision of an adult.
I get to the Vet's office and dd (damn dog) is choking himself pulling on the collar, I walk in and they ask if I have an appointment.
Um.. No.. I jokingly mention I didn't plan a hook in the nose for today.
Other folks are now making their way Out of the examining rooms of their own pets to see my dumb dog looking like a gothic teenager.
So I joking say to ds, guess Brady wants us to take him fishing.
The vet comes in, takes one look at my retarded dog and says, "we'll have to sedate him". Oy, this is getting more expensive by the second. They bring out the paperwork, sheets of optional before and after procedures (tests/pain meds/ etc etc). So.. needless to say, my dog is now in surgery having a large multi-barbed fishhook removed from his nose, the kids are raising hell in the living room, I've just finished cleaning the mess up out of the yard (and re-stringing a fishing pole) and it's not even lunchtime yet.
Wonder what else today will bring . . .