Do you ever get that sick feeling in the pit of your stomach when you are afraid something bad is going to happen, but you are hoping for the best? That's how I feel right now.
I got home last night around 5 pm. Denny was already home and had been there since mid-afternoon working from home. Keegan and Cash were their usual goofy selves, jumping all over me. "Mom, look at me!" "Mom, pet me!"
I walked into the grooming/computer/junk room to look down and find some very small pieces of chewed electrical cord from my old Oster clipper. On the grooming table was a larger chunk of chewed cord. Apparently around 4 pm Denny saw the larger piece on the floor and picked it up and put it on the grooming table.
WHAT?!?!? Did he think we have rats that chew clipper cords???? Not a word said to me. No phone call. Nothing. Thank God the damned thing wasn't plugged in. Although at that point we would have been able to determine FOR SURE who chewed it, from the singed hair and glazed eyes. My money is on Cash. When questioned, he looked at me like, "What? I have no idea what you're talking about. Let's go play!"
After close questioning of the DH, I believe the cord was chewed either the night before or yesterday afternoon when Denny was home, but he didn't SEE it happen. I am still totally amazed either one of them would do this, but am still thanking my lucky stars that it wasn't plugged in.
So now I have become a poopologist. Studying excrement for signs of tiny copper wire or black plastic. So far, nothing. They are both acting totally normal, racing around this morning in their usual fashion, eating breakfast, laying on the bed while we got ready for work.
We asked a neighbor to come check on them a couple of times today and if either is in distress to race them to our vet and call us. This day can't end soon enough for me.
Postscript:
All is well at home. Apparently my fears were for nothing. Poops are still normal, behavior is still goofy. My guess is that once the copper wire stuck whoever was chewing on the cord, that piece was spit out and none was ingested. Thank God!
2 comments:
It never fails to amaze me what they will get into! I'm also glad it was not plugged in!
Having lost a poodle to peritonitis when she decided to chew a wicker dog bed at the age of 7, nothing they do surprises me anymore. They still scare the crap out of me when they try to be goats!
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