February 17 10

I wrote this on September 9th, just five short months ago. I didn’t think I was going to have to rewrite it. I thought we were in the clear. I thought the surgery was over. I thought the vomiting was over. I thought the lethargy was over. I thought the stitches and the cone were over.

Only it’s not over. We are going through this all over again.

Because my doggy? He has an underwear fetish. I mean, it’s not really just underwear. It’s bras and puzzle pieces and little pet shops and Barbie limbs and sippy cups and leaves and socks and shoes and slippers and well, pretty much everything he can sink his teeth into. It’s pica at it’s best. Or worst. But mostly it’s underwear. And no matter how careful I am with keeping laundry baskets out of reach and putting clean laundry away, he is a crafty sort. He’s kind of a perv, that little bugger.

And earlier this week, when I pulled half a v-string out of his mouth (one of my favorites, PS), I didn’t really think anything of it. He eats things he shouldn’t all the time. But then it started.

The vomiting. the lethargy. the decisions. the surgery.

They really just don’t prepare you.

You bring home a puppy and he’s just fantastic. He fits your family like a glove and becomes part of you instantly. He lies on top of Isabella and kisses her all over her face and loves on her because she is clearly his favorite. He makes everyone happy. He keeps you company when your husband is out of town and you spoil him and let him sleep at the end of your bed because, well, a couple nights won’t hurt him…

They really just don’t prepare you.

He loves this stupid aflac duck toy and throws it around the room. He loves his pal Gracie and let’s her throw him around the room. He is super stubborn and refuses to do his business when it rains. He will hold it for three days if he has to (we will never be moving to Seattle). He makes a shitty guard dog, as he doesn’t even bark when the doorbell rings. He just recently learned to leap tall couches in a single bound and looks very smug while doing it.

They really just don’t prepare you.

They don’t tell you that your one-and-a-half-year-old one-year-old puppy could possibly have been born with a bum intestine. They don’t tell you that he has an obstruction in it and it caused  him to vomit 27 times and then become listless and lethargic. They don’t tell you that it’s going to cost your Disney vacation plus your new laptop plus some other money you don’t have to go on and open him up andtry to fix him. They don’t tell you that  the money will seem completely insignificant because all you can think about it the possibility of getting your puppy well. They don’t tell you that he’s going to be in a ton of pain. They don’t tell you that the surgery might not work and that they may have to put him down.

put him down.

my puppy. my Indy.

They really just don’t prepare you for having to explain this all to your children; the very kids who have grown to love their surprise chrismukah gift more than any other gift they have ever received.

indy

The surgery that found at least three pairs of underwear is over. Indy came out like a champ. He’s a special one, my boy. He will hopefully be coming home to us tomorrow and will hopefully not have the awful recovery he had the last time. I am now going to have to figure out how to change our lives. I am going to have to figure out how to – with three small children – keep every single edible and non-edible item out of Indy’s reach. (read: virtually impossible). And how to keep Indy in his crate or tethered up to something at every moment of the day (read: virtually impossible). But, honestly, what choice do I have?

I cannot do this again.

Indy cannot do this again.

We cannot do this again.

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  1. :(

    Get better Indy. And please stop eating things you shouldn’t. Please.
    .-= Katie´s last blog ..Ice Cream diet… sure! =-.

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    Comment by Katie on February 18, 2010
  2. Good luck to Indy even though he’s made it through surgery. Every day now I worry about my own doggie as he is an old man.

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    Comment by Mari on February 18, 2010
  3. Glad he came through ok. If it wasn’t so sad it would be funny that they found a whole Victoria’s Secret display inside of him.

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    Comment by Arica Saltzman on February 18, 2010
  4. when i had my dog, he used to love those polly things…. the stretchy clothes. he ate those, and pooped them out all the time. nasty.

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    Comment by rayli on February 18, 2010
  5. Oh no, good luck keeping Indy from eating everything. I’ve seen people use muzzles to keep their dog from eating poop at the dog park, but you don’t want Indy in a muzzle 24/7. Is there a “safe room” he could spend time when you are working?

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    Comment by Kelly on February 18, 2010
  6. Jeez Ali, I’m so sorry you’ve had to go through this. It sounds like an impossible situation.

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    Comment by SciFi Dad on February 18, 2010
  7. More hugs. So sorry you’re having to deal with this… but my thoughts are with you and the kids and that little Indy recovers just fine. Maybe he needs doggy hypnosis?

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    Comment by Darcey on February 18, 2010
  8. Oh, Ali. I’m so glad that he made it through.

    Diesel has a thing for socks but he’s so huge that they just go through him. Poor Indy and his bitty tummy.

    HUGS. xoxo

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    Comment by Angella on February 18, 2010
  9. Poor puppy. The worst I’ve ever had a dog eat was cat poop, and that was just gross. I hope Indy’s ok.

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    Comment by C @ Kid Things on February 18, 2010
  10. Poor Indy and family. :( I’m so sorry that your sweet puppy has you in a whirlwind. I’m glad he came out like a champ though!

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    Comment by Melinda Smith on February 18, 2010
  11. Just a random commenter, but what about containing Indy to just a few rooms. i’m not sure how your house is built, but I know I have a 5 month old puppy and shes not allowed down the hallway, and i do this by putting up a babygate. My puppy is only allowed in the kitchen and living room, has saved me from having her chew my stuff. Just a thought???

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    Comment by Lindsay on February 18, 2010
  12. Poor Indy! Poor Ali! I’m so glad he made it through surgery OK!

    It’s hard because you’re not in your own house. I think you just need to make it through the next couple of months and then when you’re in your own space it will be a lot easier to control.

    Aflac, Aflac, AFFFLLLLAAAACCCCC!

    :)

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    Comment by Kristabella on February 18, 2010
  13. Oh, Ali, I’m so sorry you all have to go through this again. I hope Indy recovers quickly, and I wish you the best in Indy-proofing your home.

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    Comment by Nenette on February 18, 2010
  14. Oh Ali, I had no idea. Not again. I thought for sure you sat him down and explained what is ok to eat and what is not. Guess he forgot. Boo. Hope he has a speedy recovery. We are thinking of you. Stay strong.

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    Comment by Lan on February 18, 2010
  15. Oh man Ali & fam. I’m so sorry to hear this. Hope the recovery goes well and Indy is as good as new.

    XO

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    Comment by OHmommy on February 18, 2010
  16. Oh, Ali, I’m so sorry to hear about Indy…he sounds like such a trooper though. I’m thinking of you today, and hoping that he continues to improve. Hugs to all of you.

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    Comment by Amberlea on February 18, 2010
  17. Poor little guy! I’m glad he came through it and he’s on the road to recovery.

    Also, no more underwear-wearing in the Martell household. Just get rid of all of ‘em. :)

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    Comment by alison on February 18, 2010
  18. Big hugs, Ali! Glad to hear he’s coming home tomorrow (as you said on twitter…). I can’t believe he eats all that stuff…. My cat eats plastic bags and ribbons/strings, but then he barfs them up.

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    Comment by Haley-O (Cheaty) on February 18, 2010
  19. Oh I’m so glad he made it through OK.
    Our puppy has a thing for my underwear, clean or dirty she will find it pull it off the table (I fold laundry on the table) knock over the hamper, where ever it is, she gets it. Tough go.

    I suggest crating. Poor sweet thing. So happy to hear she’ made it through.

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    Comment by monstergirlee on February 18, 2010
  20. Oh my goodness, your poor dog. I am so happy he made it through his surgery.

    Sadie at heyMamas

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    Comment by Sadie at heyMamas on February 19, 2010
  21. :(

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    Comment by christie on February 22, 2010
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