I had a thoroughly unpleasant hour earlier this week when C dropped half a grape while she was eating her lunch.
Half a frigging grape! Shouldn’t have been a big deal buttttt …
Annabelle gobbled it up.
Darling Husband noticed her eating something and asked C what it was. I JUST SO HAPPENED to have warned him THAT MORNING that grapes are toxic to dogs, so he panicked and ran down to my office and then I panicked and there was much, much panicking.
I called the vet almost in tears. They said we could wait to see how she was (i.e. was she drinking a lot of water, struggling to pee, etc.) and get bloodwork done the next day. I asked if we should induce vomiting and GET THAT GRAPE OUT, and they came back a few minutes later with instructions on how to do that.
(All I could think about was the Ipecac scene from Anne of Green Gables, and it just took me almost two minutes to get the correct spelling via Google because I was so far off.)
I sent Darling Husband rushing down to the drugstore in a screamy fit of panic (I was wrongly blaming him because YOU WERE ON DUTY and it was not a good moment for me).
WARNING: Gross stuff ahead, if you’re not a pet-owner.
So, keeping in mind I’m not a vet (not even a vet Barbie), here’s how we got our almost-four-month-old puppy to yak up half a grape, according to the vet’s excellent instructions …
Also I informed the family we are no longer buying grapes. They were displeased but I don’t care. NO MORE GRAPES!