It is so easy to forget the challenges of raising a puppy. Once they have grown up and are behaving like little angels, the human brain seems to go into its’ survival mode, blocking out the memories that are too difficult to cope with.
Early this morning, in the midst of a really good dream, I was awoken by a frantic call (well, the call itself wasn’t frantic, the caller was) from the wonderful woman who adopted Sarah-Bell (again, named by basket-case husband), the puppy I took in at 1 week old and bottle fed.
Sarah-Bell is now a rather rambunctious 6 month old, with quite a brain on her. Appears she has now figured out how to open cupboard doors of any nature. She managed to open a cabinet, steal her Mom’s thyroid tablets, open the bottle and eat the whole lot. Not having had anything to do with thyroid medication, I really don’t know how dangerous these might be. As they increase metabolism, I am assuming there could be danger of seizures, etc. We now have the animal ambulance on standby whilst she is monitored rather closely.
If there was the slightest chance that she hadn’t eaten the entire contents of the bottle, I guess her Mom would not be panicking quite as badly but, as she has been able to consume the greater part of two leather couches already, I should imagine a small bottle off pills would be child’s play for her.
I’ll keep you updated as to how much “metabolism increase” an already hyperactive puppy can handle as we find out more.
In the meantime, maybe some of my rather knowledgeable fellow bloggers could enlighten me as to the effects of thyroid medications on a dog.