Boof is a Gonner :~(

Well I know it has been some time since I have told the tale of our poor misfortunate friend, Boof Verhoeff. As of late the Dr. was telling me the next steps in bringing up the chicken from the bloated belly of Boof.

Dr. (Mr. Helpful) tells me I have to induce vomiting. Now I wasn't sure how to give a dog the Heimlich maneuver, and I thought that was only for people who were chocking....I waited for the grim description, and he said....




You have to have the dog drink a quarter cup of Hydrogen Peroxide...

What, isn't this guy crazy, don't you use that stuff to clean your cuts when you get dirt in them, isn't this the stuff you use if you want to bleach out your hair? Was I to send the dog to its doom tonight? Dr. Mr. Helpful asked me if I had a Turkey baster and I said, "isn't that the long eye dropper but for greasing up the Turkey." "Yes and he said put that down the dogs mouth because she won't want to drink the Hydrogen peroxide otherwise. Once down it should take about 20 minutes for everything to come back up, if not give another quarter cup. I left the Doc and began looking for a Turkey baster.



Well we didn't have one so I got Anya to hold a measuring cup over the dogs mouth as I pulled on her bottom jaw wrestling with the dog as we tried to fill her mouth and have her drink without me letting go. All this did was have Boof cough and spit Peroxide all over me and the kitchen. What were we going to do? Then I remembered that we had some syringes left over from when I had to give our cat some vaccinations. But the problem was that our syringes were only 12cc. That is 1/16 of a cup. Well we had to get Boof's insides out and this was our ticket home.

Once again I pulled Boof's jaws open Anya filled the syringe up and jabbed it to the back of her throat. But once was not enough we had to do this 3 more times. All I can say is wrestling an 80 pound dog wet with Hydrogen Peroxide while prying open its mouth isn't what I call a day at the Rodeo.

After about 5 minutes of this we waited. And to our surprise every time Boof would like her lips her tongue was a little more yellow. I guess the peroxide was bleaching out her mouth. tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, the minutes seemed to creep along as we waited. I decided we better take Boof for a walk. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. Nothing was happening and it had been 4o minutes...I didn't want to give her more, I didn't know what to do.

So we locked her in the Studio downstairs and I read her some Harry Potter. Another 20 minutes went by and I was getting worried, what was I to do, so I went up stairs to ask Anya and by the time I got downstairs there was the dog munching on a huge white frothy pile of dog stomach acids, hydrogen peroxide chicken bones and whatever else was in her stomach. I quickly pulled her away to keep her from re-eating everything she had just exhumed. Poor old Boof had been saved...hip hip hurray, hip hip hurray.

And right by her side was her trusty companion Elliot the cat. Comforting Boof on her nights adventure....what a good cat.

For the next few weeks Boof and the cat played all day, a new lively skip was to be seen when Boof was chasing the cat, she seemed to be much younger and would play harder and cuddle closer. It seemed almost as if boof was catching up on something, perhaps the last bit of life that was left in her. She knew the end was near.

Well boof is gone now but not forever she will be remembered by the Radvanszky's (Jeremia, Anya, and Elliot the cat) and every time we think of her it will be happy thoughts. A tear will be shed in the absence of that sweet old dog, until we go and visit her up in Calgary where she is now with Anya's parents, oh, I bet you thought she was dead, sorry, no, just gone from our doggy sitting care. Ah, it sure feels good to have saved Boof Verhoeff's life. Thank you for following along

jer

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If you read this before I get home tonight you won't see the pictures of the real Boof, I will add them to this post again tonight.

Ohh..Boofff :( Dead at 98????

Well I know it has been a long time and you have been dying to know if Boof Verhoeff has made it or not....but I figured like any excellent episode of Prison break, 24, or Lost you couldn't just have the end without a little pain...so here is the rest of the story.

So after phoning the Pet hospitals it didn't look good for Boof, you see many dogs and mongrels out there eat whole chickens, turkeys and even the occasional Ostrich all the time so whats the big deal, but you see this is all eatin's for the young pup. What I mean is that Boof isn't a spring chicken anymore she is 14 people years, I guess that equals about (14 X 7 = 98 years old). She has survived a stroke and each morning we hide heart medicine in her doggy treats. Let me assure you, Boof of any dog should not be eating a basketball sized chicken skeleton and skin....

A waring to anyone with a sick pet is to get a second Doctors advice. The First Doc. that we spoke to said it doesn't look good, if Boof is still kickin in the morning bring her in for x-rays (I know x-rays don't come in the visible light range and don't have colors we can see...) to see how many bones are stuck where. What kind of crappy advice is that, I wanted answers so onto the next flashy add in the yellow pages. The second Doc, at the Highland Pet Hospital was amazing. He broke it down and espeaky me lenguigh (he spoke my language). He asked what kind of chicken Boof had eaten and then told me the kind you buy from the food store are GMO and fed growth hormones so they can grow that big in 6 weeks, their bones are kind of like jelly and shouldn't be a problem. If it had been a Huterite Chicken, we would have had problems, dem bones sharp like needles.

He told me the real problem is with the fat in the skin and gristle. Dogs aren’t supposed to be eating this much fat and especially 98 year old dogs, because it causes major problems with their Pancreas and can cause bloat, this didn't look good because even before the vet told me this Boof was making gurgling sounds in her stomach and was getting very bloated....

....Now the skin on my back was crawling, I had just sentenced my mother-in-laws dog to a long painful death, is this how they were going to remember me for the next 20 years of Anya and my "till death do us part", was this to be the first of a long list of me murdering my newly married families pets...and if so, what am I to do, am I to get the dog stuffed and have the taxiderm put a BIG fake red tongue hanging out of Boofs mouth with lifeless beady glass eye balls forever staring up at them and me...




so then the Doc. said you have to.....

gotta go to class, will write soon, I promise...sorry, and hold on Boof, just hold on poor girl!!!!