We took the girls to Crissy Field on one of those gorgeous Sunday mornings at the end of February, where they ran like crazy. The grass was green and they munched in between fits of chasing each other. We ran into another group of Vizslas and stopped to chat while the dogs munched on more grass. Sensing a theme? Early spring grass always seems to attract dogs, and theories abound on why dogs eat grass. Some say they eat it to settle an upset stomach, but even vets can't seem to agree on exactly why grass is appealing to dogs.
It all seemed innocent enough at the time, but fast forward to the next afternoon, when Daisy throws up after a bully stick, and much of the contents of her stomach included undigested breakfast and a whole lot of grass. Ok, the episode is over, don't give her any food until dinner (and then bland chicken/rice watered down), but around midnight, the vomiting began in earnest. And diarrhea. In waves and even a couple hours apart. She was completely restless. Of course this was the morning that Erik had an early flight to the East Coast. At 2:30am I called SFVS and gave them symptoms and general update. They said to monitor Daisy and if it kept happening to bring her in. At 4am, things weren't improving and I took her to the emergency room. She was actually excited to get in the car (she always is). But poor thing was dehydrated and needed help right away. She looked as green as the grass she had eaten.
Daisy looking a little greener than usual |
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