"When you are tiny you have to be tough. This world Isn't kind to little things" I heard this quote from the movie: Infamous, the other Truman Capote film. We watched it, as we waited yesterday.
It all started when I heard Frankenstein crying from the laundry room. When I investigated, it wasn't pretty. He bolted from the room and headed for the living room. He had made some poop spin art all over the laundry room. When I caught up to him it was apparent something was hanging off his butt. It was a string! A long string about a foot long coming out of his rear end. He was running as fast as he could away from the string. When I finally caught him. I knew what I had to do. But rather, I told Mr. eleven to look up on line, 'string in dogs ass'. We found a bunch of info. basically it said if it feels tight don't pull hard. It could cut the intestine and kill the dog!
Frankenstein can scream. Not a whimper or a cry but, blood curdling screams. I managed to pull another foot and a half of string out. But it was apparent at that point that I shouldn't pull anymore than that. We decided to see if he could pass it by morning, if not we would go to the Vet.
This all took place at 8 pm. For the rest of the evening I held him like a baby. His head flopped over my shoulder. I rocked back and forth, 'it is going to be alright'. I said it over and over, for him as much as myself. He slept curled up under my chin.
Yesterday morning, Frankenstein and I went to the Vet. He told me what I had read the night before. He used the analogy of sweat pants in a dryer getting bound by a lose draw string. He asked how long I thought the string was. We had already pulled 2 1/2 feet out! He wanted to try and let the dog pass the string before operating. The operation would cost 2000. dollars! Mr. Eleven said with all the extra charges that was really 3000.! I handed over my puppy.
I can't even express how distraught I was. Empty is how it felt. Like I handed over my heart. Possibly forever.
When I got home I cleaned up poop, I cleaned up every possible thing a dog might put in his mouth, I even cleaned out drawers just to keep my mind off things. In the middle of this I found a message on my phone. It was from the puppy rescue people, I got Frankenstein from. Back when his name was Big-D (can you blame me for changing it). They wanted to know how things were going! Needless to say I didn't call them back. I kept thinking of Ellen. Like they would come and take my dog away because he ate some string! Guilt!
A few hours later the Vet called. They gave Frankenstein an enema. He would let me know how it went. Not long after that came the second call. He passed it! Yippy!..I cheered over the phone. They wanted to keep an eye on him till 5 pm. But I could come then to pick him up!
When the Nurse came out with him in her arms and he saw us, his little tail wagged wildly. We had a group hug, our little family of 3.
The house is a home again! Lots of kisses and cuddles last night. All thanks to the 2000. dollar poop!