Personal Narrative: Johnny Cash, Blue And Rehab

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Johnny Cash, Blue and Rehab Sunny Portland days are wonderful for gardening. They are also, as it happens, good days for calamity. This is a story of doggie drug use and parental panic. I am a veterinary technician. My boyfriend Baker and I have two dogs, Johnny Cash and Blue. Johnny is a blind Pit Bull. I rescued him from euthanasia 8 years ago. Blue is a Blue Heeler. Baker adopted him from the humane society 3 years ago. We were a mixed family and they were not what you would call friends. Johnny was lonely after the loss of his longtime companion and “seeing eye dog”, Zed, who had died a year earlier and Blue wanted nothing to do with him. He was used to being singular. He loved playing with dogs at the park but had no affection for…show more content…
“No, Briana, WHAT was in the boxes? They’ve torn open the box of meds and all the bottles are chewed up! I can’t read them! What did they eat?” I ran home. And as I walked in the door, my heart sank. There were chewed up plastic bottles and bits of packaging everywhere, miscellaneous medications strewn around the house. And, two happy dogs with wagging tails excited to see us. The vet tech me told the dog mom me to stay calm. To try to figure out what had been ingested, by which pup and how long ago. The “what” and “who” were clear, it was the “when” that was the real problem. If an animal ingests a toxin, vomiting should be induced as soon as possible. It was after 10 p.m., my clinic had long since closed. I called my veterinarian (and friend). No answer. The emergency clinic I worked closely with was too far, and time was of the essence. We decided to go to a closer clinic. So, still intoxicated and knowing neither of us should drive, we loaded up the dogs and headed for the ER. I called ahead to let them know we were coming. The ride was quiet. I drove. “Are they going to be okay”? He asked. “I don’t know”. I answered honestly. “It depends”. “Depends on…show more content…
Which was a relief as well as a bit of a concern. As we entered the treatment area I could see my boys. They were so excited. So many smells, all these new people paying attention to them! They couldn’t understand what we all knew. We drew some blood and placed an IV catheter in Johnny’s front leg with no complaining. He’s such a good dog. For Blue it took a bit more effort (he’s not very fond of restraint). But he’s a good boy, and we placed his IV as well. Moments later the doctor came in with two syringes and gave them to the technician. She kept one and gave me the other. We administered the medication that induces vomiting and, within seconds, my puppies revealed the confirmation of my concern. Both had eaten a significant amount of medications; plastic bottle bits, shreds of paper, foil packaging and all. I was surprised to see that Johnny had eaten more than

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