Saturday night … We had cleared the dinner table and were in the kitchen putting away leftovers and loading the dishwasher, when we heard a crash from the dining room. Our dear Sparky was on the table again and had just knocked off a glass containing what was left of a Back Russian. (vodka and Kahlua)
I kept him out of the way while Karen wiped up the mess, then we all went out in the back yard to enjoy the Florida weather. About twenty minutes later, Sparky tried to jump up on the picnic table where we were sitting and he didn’t quite make it. We didn’t think anything of it because he has always been on the clumsy side. But then he kept trying and kept landing flat on his back. It took a minute for us to realize that Sparky was… hammered!
He must have taken a couple good swallows before he ended up bumping the glass over the edge of the table.
I would never get a dog drunk on purpose. So please, don’t scold me.
Having said that, if we weren’t so worried about him it would have been funny.
We watched him very carefully for erratic breathing etc. and were ready to call the emergency clinic. But he was just being much clumsier than usual and that was about it. I gave him a couple big handfuls of kibble thinking it would absorb the alcohol or make him throw up. (he never did) and some ice to chew on. Then we walked (Sparky stumbled.) around the yard (“Walk it off, Boy.”) for about an hour before going inside, where I held him in my lap for another hour.
He got up a few times. Once to make a mad dash (drunken stumble) for the back door because he had to pee. Even in the state he was in, he knew he had to go outside to pee. (”Good boy!”)
Then he made several, “I’m-drunk-I-can-do-anything” (Ever been there?) attempts at fitting through the impossibly small flapper door that separates the dogs from the cat food and litter box.
We took one last trip outside, where he figured out he could balance on three legs to pee if he got close enough to the tree where he could fall against it and it would hold him up while he went.
Then we got out the usual bed time treat and he did his usual jumping bean act. Except, instead of landing on his feet, each bounce put him flat on his back. Too limp to possibly hurt himself.
He slept in his crate while I was awake most of the night, making sure he was ok. He didn’t move a muscle for about six hours, except to open one eye when I said his name.
He woke up very thirsty.
After breakfast we all went for a long walk in the woods at the “bark park”, and life is back to “normal”.
Hopefully, we’ll spend a nice, uneventful, Sunday evening on the couch watching a movie with Sadie and Sparky in our laps.
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I kept him out of the way while Karen wiped up the mess, then we all went out in the back yard to enjoy the Florida weather. About twenty minutes later, Sparky tried to jump up on the picnic table where we were sitting and he didn’t quite make it. We didn’t think anything of it because he has always been on the clumsy side. But then he kept trying and kept landing flat on his back. It took a minute for us to realize that Sparky was… hammered!
He must have taken a couple good swallows before he ended up bumping the glass over the edge of the table.
I would never get a dog drunk on purpose. So please, don’t scold me.
Having said that, if we weren’t so worried about him it would have been funny.
We watched him very carefully for erratic breathing etc. and were ready to call the emergency clinic. But he was just being much clumsier than usual and that was about it. I gave him a couple big handfuls of kibble thinking it would absorb the alcohol or make him throw up. (he never did) and some ice to chew on. Then we walked (Sparky stumbled.) around the yard (“Walk it off, Boy.”) for about an hour before going inside, where I held him in my lap for another hour.
He got up a few times. Once to make a mad dash (drunken stumble) for the back door because he had to pee. Even in the state he was in, he knew he had to go outside to pee. (”Good boy!”)
Then he made several, “I’m-drunk-I-can-do-anything” (Ever been there?) attempts at fitting through the impossibly small flapper door that separates the dogs from the cat food and litter box.
We took one last trip outside, where he figured out he could balance on three legs to pee if he got close enough to the tree where he could fall against it and it would hold him up while he went.
Then we got out the usual bed time treat and he did his usual jumping bean act. Except, instead of landing on his feet, each bounce put him flat on his back. Too limp to possibly hurt himself.
He slept in his crate while I was awake most of the night, making sure he was ok. He didn’t move a muscle for about six hours, except to open one eye when I said his name.
He woke up very thirsty.
After breakfast we all went for a long walk in the woods at the “bark park”, and life is back to “normal”.
Hopefully, we’ll spend a nice, uneventful, Sunday evening on the couch watching a movie with Sadie and Sparky in our laps.
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