Monday, September 26, 2011

Fairy Mushrooms

In a post earlier this month I inserted a rather lovely photo of a toadstool, which to me epitomises autumn.  Since then I've seen nothing but colourful mushrooms, fungus and toadstools wherever I go.  Not once have I stopped to consider the potential danger at large.  It's not as if I will take leave of my senses and suddenly take a nibble.  However, I forget that I have a new life companion, to whom these things are all new and interesting.  And the best way to explore this world inevitably involves his mouth.

And so I'm afraid to report that HHH appears to have consumed something he shouldn't have.  Last week on our daily foray around the university campus near our house, Horatio was seen munching something in the grass.  Nothing new there, except there were mushrooms growing directly adjacent.  By the time we got home, he was not himself.  Lethargic.  Sleepy.  And most definitely not the little devil he usually is at that time of day.

Over the course of the evening things didn't improve and by bedtime we were sure something was definitely amiss.  We carried him into his bed and hoped he'd be better by the morning.  Not so.  I now know where the saying 'sick as a dog' comes from.  Boy did he look rough the next morning... see photo below.

I made the mistake of googling 'I think my dog has eaten mushrooms' and gave myself a real fright.  We hot footed it down to the vets trying not to display the real horror we were feeling.  The vet gave him a good examination, checked all his vitals and concluded that he may have eaten something but at this stage we'd just have to wait it out.  He had a slightly elevated temperature for which he got an injection and I was to observe him for the next 24 hours.

No fear though, there is a happy ending.  HHH has recovered and is back to tormenting / loving us.  I'm still not 100% sure what he ate and if it was the cause but it has served as a timely warning.  This time of year is lovely but four-legged friends should be watched carefully!!


Bouncing Bertie said...

That must have been most scary. It is amazing how quickly dogs can go downhill when something is amiss, then equally rapidly bounce back when you think they're at death's door. So relieved to read that all's well again now.
(There do seem to be a lot of fungi around this year).

Sam said...

There is nothing scarier when they eat something (it doesn't matter what) and then are sick afterwards!


TwoSpecialWires said...

It must be the mushrooms, or the fairy dust, or something magical. We found you! Hooray! Another wirey one to get to know ... and better yet ... one who has ties to beautiful Scotland!

We've been VERY remiss about getting OurMoma to blog, but we're using you (and our new friend Winston ... he just started a blog today) to convince OurMoma to quit slacking and get back onboard. There's a wonderful life out there through the eyes of us pups and OurPeople. We're happy to get to know Life through your eyes!

Watch out for those temptations. We're glad to read HHH is doing better now!

More soon. We hope.
Jake and Fergi (and OurMoma)

Bouncing Bertie said...

Hi Horatio
So you're a fussy eater eh? Well Gail says I'm not exactly a labrador-type hoover it all up kind of a dog either. Tall and skinny that's me. I think I'm about 16 inches high, although as I never stand still for long it's hard to tell. And I only weighed 7.6 kg at the vets the other week, although as I was at the vets partly 'cos I'd been off my food for several days, we think that's an underestimate and I'm usually more like 8 kg.
Now little HHH, you make sure you're eating all you should anyway, so you grow up big and strong. How else will you keep up with Mandy and all her marathon running?
Toodle pip!