Posted on 03/09/2014 9:52:19 PM PDT by Slings and Arrows
For many people, arriving at A&E at death’s door and being told the only way for you to survive was to get blind drunk would count as a result.
That’s the situation Maltese terrier Charlie found himself in after being left with hours to live after licking coolant from his owner Jacinta Rosewarne’s garage.
Quick-thinking vets deduced that the little dog had ethylene glycol poisoning, which can lead to kidney failure – and the only treatment was to get him as drunk as possible.
Because pure alcohol can alter antifreeze chemicals and allow them to be flushed out of an animal’s body, Charlie was given 700ml of vodka over two days via a tube.
Animal Accident & Emergency wrote on its blog: ‘For the whole weekend, Charlie had a huge party with us in the Pet ICU.’
It almost certainly saved his life – but also left him with an almighty hangover.
‘He was definitely drunk,’ said Ms Rosewarne, from Melbourne, in Australia, told the Herald Sun.
‘He was stumbling around, I’d go to pat him and he’d push me away like a normal drunk person, he was vomiting a little, whining like a drunk.’
She added: ‘I thought it was hilarious. It was distressing but funny at the same time.
Interesting!! A few years ago doggie got too curious about a porcupine and got rewarded with quills in his nose area about 20 of them. Obviously his nose is a very tender sensitive area.
He was in a so much pain and excitability we could not extract the quills (with pliers) until we poured some whisky down his mouth which was also difficult. We should have mixed it with water.
Once he was drunk we got the quills out
I have a born in Poland friend and he says beer is a soft drink that you cannot really get drunk on. BTW why do people drink that awful piss called lite beer?
I'm glad you did, good science.
Why cirrhosis or some other alcoholic malady has not floored him, I’ll never know.
He knows he is loathed by the whole neighborhood so I think he keeps going out of sheer spite.
Or, the devil really does look after his own.
If a strange Puddle licks you, you should just give it a nice, friendly pat on the head...:)
“The poodle is believed to have originated in Germany, where it was known as the Pudelhund. Pudel (cognate with the English word “puddle”), is derived from the Low German verb meaning “to splash about”, and the word Hund in German means “dog” (cognate with “hound”).”
[yes, this *is* how my mind works]
;D
Latter part most likely.
Lived across the street from a guy who fancied himself a woodsman.
He was a person of interest in the disappearance of a fish game and wildlife officer.
He would try to harm neighborhood animals, neglected his horse, and simply bugged out one fine day.
That our other neighbor and friend had tried pinning the creep to his own front door with a huge knife because the creep had tried to attack the neighbors missus couldn’t possibly be a reason.
The vehicular vandalism previous that the creep did was also legion.
So when he finally fled after ticking everyone off, we all said “aww, pity” and laughed.
Sounds like a Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster moment.
Similar to how mine meanders.
Last puddle I ran across was a mix, pompud.
(Pompoo)
He, uh, was able to not visibly move yet the tongue came from wildly differing locations in his mass of fur.
He also loved being a knotted up mess.
“Dog, you are a fright of dreadlocks. Dogs. Don’t. Wear. Dreadlocks!”
He’d lick his nose and wag.
Then scream bloody murder if you tried to trim his furr.
The computer gets confused by tea.
Ethanol *is* a sedative/hypnotic drug. Not usually used as such in a veterinary context, though.
It gets impressed by no tea. (At least in the text adventure.)
I love short haired dogs.
You always know where their parts are so that you may deftly avoid them.
:)
[Pulis, Bichon Havanese and Komondors wear dreads...ick]
They make me itch, just to look at them.
Yikes.
Mine is a passive-aggressive coward who thinks he owns the surrounding areas that lie within his line of sight.
He’s big on calling the county to have structures he deems ‘unpleasing’ torn down.
The historic Indian Springs Hotel that was part of the RT 40/wagon road west was razed because of him.
I’ve spent 24 years awaiting his attention turning towards my old house.
Dang. You beat me to it.
HUH? I mean, I was going to make that very point!
Suba dog screamed like you were murdering him if you tried to groom him.
That was the only reason idiotboy had dreads.
I groomed him the one time and got him to hush by offering him a bit of my sammidge.
He figured it out once I was done though.
Yeesh.
May he end up under the uncomfortable gaze of his nemesis.
Sloppy science just bugs me.
Thanks for having my back. ;^)
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