Our Big Dog, Cherry, will eat almost anything. That includes normal stuff like meat, eggs, carrots, and the like, but she does not hesitate at oranges, mints, lemons, and other things that dogs are not supposed to like at all. This also includes all sorts of things not normally classed as food, such as tin can lids, plastic cucumber wrappers, used kitty litter, and, most recently, half a box of tampons.
When we came home, discovered the remains, and finally figured out what all she had eaten, we briefly considered taking Cherry to the vet. However, from a colleague’s recent experience, we know that abdominal surgery on a large dog costs more than our car did, so we discarded that idea pretty quickly, deciding instead to monitor her condition and see what passed (or, put bluntly, got crapped out) in the next day or two. Based on all the other stuff she has eaten that has passed with shockingly little fuss, we felt that it was a reasonable decision.
By day three, she had only passed one tampon…we think. It is difficult to tell, and, given what everything was embedded in, we weren’t really keen to do a whole lot of poking around. She was throwing up almost every day, and seemed a little droopy overall, but did not seem to be in any pain, and was still perky enough to bugger off chasing squirrels in the bush, so we held our ground and did not take her to the vet.
By day five, she had passed a couple more, but nowhere near as many as we figured she’d eaten. Still droopy, and still puking a lot, but still not in pain, and not so miserable that she quit being an annoyance in the kitchen when I was trying to get some canning done. We continued to wait.
On day seven, we were again out of the house…this time, having carefully blocked off the garbage cans, kitty litter, and the like with baby gates. We normally do this, as if it’s not one dog, it’s the other, but last week we just plain forgot.
When we got home, we discovered that Cherry had finally found a way to get all of the remaining tampons out. They must have been sitting in her stomach, too expanded and tangled together to pass through the rest of her system. There was puke from one end of the livingroom to the other, little piles of tampon all over the place. It was disgusting. We need to clean our carpets.
On the bright side, our Big Dog is back to being a Big Nuisance, and I have to admit, we were more worried than we were admitting, so both Hubby and I are feeling quite relieved.
You know, though, any life event that includes a dog eating tampons should be funnier than that in the end…