I tried really hard to get Brett to write this post because I wanted to remember it from his perspective. But he wouldn't. When I asked him he acted mad and said, "what do you want me to say? That I poisoned my own dog?"
I decided to drop it and I wasn't going to write about it until I found this card that Madi had made for him. It was too cute to not have in our blog book. So, if my version is different than his or a bit more embellished it is his own fault!
It all started when Brett got called out just as we were going to bed. I decided to get a bunch of stuff done while he was gone. So I vacuumed, cleaned the kitchen, and worked on quickbooks, etc. When it was around 11 I decided I had better get to bed. I laid down and immediately heard a creepy noise right outside my window. My heart instantly started racing. It sounded like someone was trying to saw a piece of wood. I jumped out of bed and was getting my phone ready to dial 911 (I know I'm not the only one who has ever done that!) while turning on the outside lights to let the criminal know that I knew he was out there and I was ready for him:)
I went back to the window to listen and it was a very consistent noise so I laid back down and waited for Brett to come home to go outside and see what it was. I texted him to check the backyard when he got home. 15 minutes later he ran into the room and started yelling at me, "why didn't you go help him?" (We both agreed later that there was nothing I could have done!)
The next thing I know, Rollie is laying on our kitchen floor stiff as a board but convulsing and flopping from one side to the other while his eyes were darting back and forth a hundred miles an hour.
Brett had been working in the yard earlier and put out a bunch of snail bait by our peas. Then we got busy and forgot to give Rollie any dinner. I guess he got hungry enough and ate the Poisen.
Brett was looking up vet stuff trying to figure out how the Poisen was affecting him and I was telling him that I didn't think he had time to research it and he needed to get him to the animal Er. He was getting very impatient with me. Once he had the info he needed he picked up Rollie and headed for the truck.
I texted about 30 minutes later to ask how things were going. This is his response, "Not good. Stopped breathing on me in the car. Had to pull over and do compressions. He passed out. I thought he was dead. The he relaxed and started breathing again. He is in the back now. Haven't seen the vet yet. It's worse than I thought."
He was gone for a few hours and then came home alone. He got up 2 hours later and went to work. On the way to the dairy he got a flat tire. It was a bad couple of days at our house.
The girls had no idea any of this had happened and I didn't tell them until they got home from school. I started by saying,"I need to tell you something about Rollie. He got really sick last night."
The both started to cry and said,"he's dead isn't he?".
I couldn't get them to stop crying long enough to tell them that he was alive! He was still in bad shape and I told them that he was alive but might not make it. All I know is that when he does die, it's going to be very, very depressing at our house. They don't remember life without him since we got him when they were 2 or 3.
Well, the end of the story is that he is still alive. He may have some liver damage but he is acting pretty normal now. My mom once spent $500 on a dog (Max) that jade brought home and my dad was SO mad when he found out. After the calmed down and could laugh about it he called the dog "5 hundred" for a long time. When I told my dad this story he said, "Is Rollie a 5 hundred dollar dog?". I laughed and told him that he would DIE if he knew how much that little episode cost.
