I’m asleep, and in my dream I hear a regular but not rhythmical tickaticatic. The dream changes course and it comes again: tickaticatic.
As I roll into consciousness i know exactly what it is – the clickety clack of doggy toes – the sound they make then their four legged owner is dreaming of chasing rabbits or eating fat juicy bones.
I roll over and look at the clock. It’s just past 1.00 AM.
With a sigh, I heave myself out of bed and head toward the living room to put the tap dancing Labrador outside so I can get some sleep.
But when I head around the corner, my half asleep brain is confused. The tap dancing Labrador is not on his old sheepskin, snoring and tapping. In fact, he’s not anywhere. Again I hear the tick, tick, tap of doggy toes and I realise it’s not at all as rhythmical and my hazy brain thought. It’s about then that foggy brain snaps awake as I see the the tap dancing dog under the kitchen table, convulsing.
For a pet owner, that sight makes the blood run cold. Those little furry friends become a huge part of a family, and the tap dancing Labrador is no exception.
As I call his name, hubby rouses and comes around the corner to see me, bending over the lab and calling him softly. As the convulsing subsides, two very soft chocolate brown eyes look at me beseechingly, as if to say “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… can you help?“… and another wave of convulsions takes over the furry black body. And as the the skipper lifted 45 odd kilograms of quivering doggy into the car, I looked again into the brown eyes and told him “I’ll try“. I willed him to be OK.
The veterinary hospital is about 25 kilometres away. The skipper made it there in 15 minutes. He swears he didn’t speed.
The tap dancing Labrador spent the best part of the next 24 hours on a drip in the animal hospital. It turns out my packing frenzy, which included a pantry clean out, was responsible.
Who knew macadamia nuts were poisonous to dogs?
Not me, obviously :( If I had, I would have made sure he could not nose dive into the rubbish bag containing 250 grams of chili roasted macadamias, with a side plate of dried pasta and an open packet of thyme leaves.
Did you know that 2 lots of surgery, an enema, administration of charcoal and a stomach pump costs around the same as the new fridge we had our eye on? Sigh.
Although doing more of a soft shoe shuffle at the moment, he’s now OK and lives to tap dance another day. What do you think the chances are of him having learned not to stick his big black furry nose nose where it doesn’t belong?
Yeah, I thought so too.