Zu outgrew his crate and was moved to a larger one, which was THE END OF THE WORLD. The puppy howled all night long. We moved him into the bedroom to see if being close to us would help; it was partially successful, as he switched over from howling to vomiting. I went to clean up the mess and found large chunks of hard plastic which he had ripped off of the floor of his playpen and eaten. Playpen full of uppity-zillion dollars’ worth of chewtoys and treats but noooooo, he eats the floor…
He is currently at the vet’s and has had a full day’s worth of x-rays and palpitations, and we’re in a “wait and see” phase to see whether he needs surgery or if he can pass the remaining plastic on his own. The vet is optimistic, which is good, but Zu hasn’t slept since noon yesterday, which is bad.
And they asked me if we wanted to have the plastic back (y’know, after) and for a second I thought “Yeah that would be a great picture for the blog!” And two seconds after that I thought “What the f*@& is wrong with me?”
Which is why this post is without pictures. You are welcome.