When a dog eats something he should not

Every job has its perks. Being married to an attorney means free legal advice. Being married to a chef means at least one of you knows how to cook. Being married to a cab driver means you can always get great directions (admittedly less valuable in the age of GPS). And being married to a veterinarian means (convenient but not free) pet care. 

This is never more valuable than at 11pm and your dog

(Leo from a few days ago)

is vomiting and won't stop. First, she can tell the difference between incidental vomiting and vomiting that signals trouble. Second, she can pack him up in the car at 11pm and take him to get x-rays, which she can also read for herself and deem to be inconclusive. She can prescribe and administer medicine right there-- no waiting. And she can keep an eagle eye on him through the night.

The next day she can determine he's not doing better. Then she can pack him in the car again and get more x-rays, which today show something more suspicious. She can email them to specialists and have then concur that there is an obstruction and she can schedule surgery twenty minutes later, which she can perform herself. 

She can remove a peach pit from the middle of his intestine and text me a photo (WARNING--possible gross alert.

And she can recite all the possible post-op complications so we can worry about him together.

All this she can do, and I'll tell you, it's pretty great.



Thanks for reading.