To most people this looks like a tiny twig. It can float in water, fly when it is thrown, but it can also take a pup to the vet on an emergency visit (you may notice the red blood on the right side of the stick).
Yesterday when my Mom and Dad came home my Dad took me out to go play fetch with my cool glow in the dark ball. We tried to stop by our normal spot but for some reason there were kids playing soccer on the field. We had to go with Plan B......The Ballard Community Center Fields. This is a much bigger area but has more things that I get distracted with (people walking across the fields, sticks, rocks, etc.) After fetching the ball about five times distraction started getting the best of me. So many sticks to choose from that I can pick up and run around the field with. I found the perfect stick and began chewing it and it broke in pieces pretty easily, which led to an uh-oh moment.
I started gagging and dry heaving and pawing at my mouth. My dad reached his hand in my mouth to try to pull it out. This led me to throw up a little but that still didn't help. This thing was still lodged in my mouth. We decided to run home, hoping mom would be there to help and to examine the problem in better light.
At home Dad was able to see the problem. This stick (pictured above) was wedged in between my teeth at the roof of my mouth. I couldn't get it out. I have no thumbs! So Dad opened my mouth and began to tug at it, but this hurt and I accidentally bit him (sorry Dad). So there was nothing left to do. I thought I was going to have this in my mouth forever. After a quick phone call to Mom, we came up with the solution, The Vet! I was a little nervous about this idea. I thought this would result in me having to wear a cone around my head for 10 days.
Once we got to the vet it only took about 3 minutes in the back room before they had removed the stick from my mouth. I felt so much better. What a pain that was. I am so thankful for all of my Dad's efforts. He saved my life!
Here is a picture of me at home checking out the thing that created so much annoyance and pain for me. It looked so good that I wanted to chew it up again.
And below is me recovering with my Mom. Mom's always know the best way of making me feel better.
I really love doing this. It is so warm and cozy. Most definitely one of my favorite things to do.
And in the end, I am really the one that wins. Last night Dad went and bought me a nice big bone to chew on. I got my parents wrapped around my little paws.
After being found I met Mom in the kitchen. She gave me a pep talk about the day. Told me everything would be alright and that they would be home as soon as they can to play. I love my parents.
This thing was sure obnoxious. My parents thought I was so cute in it. But I couldn't get from Point A to Point B without running into something or knocking something over. It was so uncomfortable and unpractical. And the worst thing is I had to wear this thing for 10 days until my sutures dissolved. This was the worst 10 days of my life.
This picture is of me on my way to my last day of school aka Graduation. I am not sure if you can tell by looking in my eyes, but I was a nervous wreck. I knew I had to bring my "A" game to get my diploma. I was doing extremely well in the following subjects: Sit & Lay, Stay & Come, Walking on leash, and not getting too excited when people approach me. By the sounds of this I sound like a 4.0 student. Well I did have a flaw. I was a big bully during puppy play time. I didn't like other youngsters getting all up in my business when it was play time. During these lessons I mostly heard, "No Flynn," "Too bad," or "That's enough puppy play time." And during these sessions I spent most of my time being picked up by my teacher until I calmed down. I just didn't understand how I could be failing Play Time. But thankfully as time went on I slowly and surely got better at this subject. And the amount of times of me being picked up by my teachers or owners decreased significantly. I think I got by with a minimal passing grade in Play Time.
Well during this last class I thankfully got my act together and did receive my degree. My parents were so proud of me. Looking back at it, I was pretty proud of myself. I went into this grade being the smallest kid in school. And graduated being one of the bigger pups in my class. And during this growth spurt of mine, I also matured and got my degree. Now I can get a job, and start earning some money to put food in my dish and toys in my box.
