Yes, it was as painful as it sounds.
Last night, Harley, our six month old Great Dane puppy, hooked himself in the mouth with a fishing lure he sniffed out in our shed. Thankfully he didn’t swallow any fishing line with it, or it would have been so much worse. I sometimes forget that he’s still a puppy because he is larger than most full grown adult dogs I know. He’s curious, just like a little kid. He’s teething, so apparently everything is fair game to chew on, including fishing lures that, to him, smell like nasty fish.
Picture this scenario with me.
Big B finds the lure hanging out of his mouth, and freaked out. Tears and everything. The big baby dog is hurting and scared, and runs off into his crate.
Dave and I finally sweet talk him out, to evaluate the situation in his mouth, which wasn’t good.
I have my hand in this giant slobbery dog mouth, trying to get him to open it enough so we could get a good idea of how bad it was. As Dave is fooling with the lure, I’m realizing Harley could probably take my fingers off at any moment, and decide against holding the dogs mouth any more.
I call our vet, and talk to what I’m sure is a teenage girl with an after school job. She tells me they’re closing in 15 minutes, so not to even bother bringing him there, to just take him to the ER vet clinic.
Confession time, I have always thought folks who took their animals to an after hours clinic were silly. Why not just wait till the regular vet was open the next day? I stand corrected.
At this point, it was time leave to take my daughter to church youth group, where every week I pick up the pastors kids to come play at the house. So, 15 minutes before I’m supposed to get them, I have to call and cancel.
Now, Harley doesn’t do leashes.
Harley doesn’t do cars.
To take him anywhere required my husband and I to drop everything, leave the kids with a babysitter, and lift a 98 lb. Great Dane puppy into the Jeep, and drive to the Emergency Vet. Not just the regular vet, mind you, the EMERGENCY after hours vet. The kind come with a pretty price tag.
Oh. My. Heavens. Above.
We finally talk him out of the back of the Jeep, and thankfully, by an Act of God, he cooperated with us while the vet checked him out.
The vet was very happy to let us know Harley was the first fishing lure victim of this season, and he liked fixing these.
At this point, I’m wondering “How will he get this lure from this great dogs mouth?”
You sedate him, push the barb through his lip, then cut it off, and pull the rest out the other way.
How awful does that sound!
All at the ER after hours vet clinic.
Several hundred dollars, a prescription of antibiotics and painkillers, and an hour later, Harley was all better.
We called home to tell the kids he was okay, made the mistake of explaining “sedation” as “putting to sleep”, and were finally on our way home.
Poor Harley is alright today. He’s up and kicking, like nothing happened. Pretty sure he’s been chewing on a toy that’s not his, and loving life.