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Sunday, May 20, 2012

No Toad Licking Allowed

It's Saturday morning, pre-dawn and the pups and I were out doing our daily 2 miles. 

I suddenly notice Ginny shaking her head repeatedly.  Then I notice her drooling and wanting to eat the grass. 

Uh oh. 

We were walking in the street at the time and there's always something to sniff at.  

And unfortunately things to eat.  My dogs are likely just like yours, vacumn cleaners on 4 legs. 

After a few minutes she carried on as usual so we finished our walk.

When we got home, I checked her muzzle, lips and gums.  No swelling, no bite that I could see.  She ate some of her food but left some behind which I picked up.

She seemed restless. 

While I was concerned about her, I was also keeping my eye on the clock.  I had 8am post-ops to do at work and needed to be on the road by 7.

I filled SM in on what I thought was going on.

"She either got bit by a snake or she decided to lick a toad."  I told SM. 

The toads are all over the place right now and are getting squished in the road by the cars.  And while a snake was a possibilty, I hadn't seen one and I would think that if she was struck by a snake, she'd have let out a yelp. 

"They (the dogs) usually leave the dead toads alone though."  I mused.  "But maybe there was one alive and she tried to put it in her mouth.  I would think if she was bit by a snake I would've seen it or heard about it.  I'm betting on the toad."

"Do you think she's hallucinating?"  SM asks looking at Ginny who was standing there looking less than perky.  (You know the old joke about getting high eating shrooms and licking toads?)

"Maybe."  I said looking at her. 

"Mr. Toad's Wild Ride?"  I asked, giggling.  SM laughed.

Ginny looked at both of us, turned and wandered out to the back porch where she promptly threw up.  

Serves us right for laughing I suppose. 

"There goes breakfast."  SM said turning away.  "At least she has the sense to go outside.  Casey will just lay there and yurp up right in front of her."

After the 3rd yurp I became a bit more worried, giving SM instructions to take her to see the Vet if she seemed to become distressed. 

"Calm down, she's fine.  Just let her get it out of her system."  SM told me.

* There's a really good reason why SM and I are grateful that we never had kids.  He can't stand the nasty side of life and I will worry myself to death over every little thing. 

SM knows that if I had my way I'd have Ginny in the car racing to the Vet.  My imagination is always on overdrive. 

SM on the other hand hates to deal with bodily waste, be it dog or child.  Me?  (shrugging)...Hey, life is dirty, clean it up.

So I toss on my scrubs, grab the keys and my purse and as I'm walking out the door I hear SM say..."Go outside, GO OUTSIDE...AH CRAP!!!" 

I almost kept going. 


Instead I turned around and went back inside and helped him clean it up. 

Aren't I sweet?

By the time I got home later that morning, Ginny was better if still a little bit off her game.  She drank a bunch of water and kept it down. So no more "yurps".

When I made lunch for SM she tried to mooch some food...Silly dog.

By the afternoon she was back to her old self.

This is what you get when you kiss a frog, Princess.


  1. No kissing frogs! Ack!!You were so nice to turn around and help him clean it up. I remember one time many years ago my husband was in uniform, walking out the door, and our dog yurped up a pile of stuff bigger than he (the dog) was. And he was a Newfoundland. Hubby looked apologetically at me and said, "I've really got to go," and left.

    You were SO nice to turn around and help him clean it up. You deserve a cookie. Or maybe a whole dozen. :)

  2. At our house if the dog is being cute or smart, it's HIS dog. If the dog is barfing or getting into the trash, it's MY dog.
    Wait. That's how it was with our children, too. LOL

  3. You do tell a great story, Girl! Isn't it handy that usually one of a couple can handle the clean-up detail whether it be animal or kid? I mean what if neither one could be the big and brave clean-er-upper? (Gosh, that could lead to all kinds of stress and tension in a household!!)

  4. OK, we haven't experienced this one yet, but I've found several toads in one of our fields. Dogs do like to taste and eat some pretty yucky stuff though.

  5. The sad part is that they will go out tomorrow and lick yet another frog! They never make the connection. Silly dogs :)

  6. What fun. Not!
    Hope the week goes better ---for you AND the dog!

  7. It is scary when one of our animals doesn't feel well. Hard not to over react at times as well. It is only because they mean so much to us.Glad your girl is ok.

    @ 3Beeze Homestead