The status of the garden, with King
Jul. 18th, 2008 08:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ksmithThings proceed on the tomato front. A few of the plants are 5-6" tall, and I planted them in the patio garden.
Some tomato plants:
Some more tomato plants:
The patio garden. You can see the tomato plants hanging out the bottom of the planter. They will grow upside-down, which will prevent the sorts of diseases and injuries that result from contact with the ground:
The oregano plant, which has exploded:
King livened up the evening by eating something--by all indications, a major wad of tissue--then walking around the rooms making gulping motions like he was having trouble swallowing. Ran outside as soon as I opened the door and started chomping grass, I assumed to make himself throw up. Phoned the emergency vet office--the woman who answered the phone wouldn't tell me how to make a dog throw up, but advised me to bring him in for a shot. I considered this, but King didn't seem too distressed, so I imposed upon Mickey's vet instead. She confirmed my thought that a piece of tissue had likely gotten caught in his throat, and to just let him eat and drink water to force it down. This worked. All seems well, though I was concerned that the big idiot would hork grass all over the floor.
I was disappointed to learn from Mickey's vet that she has left the local practice. She had a long commute, and there were other reasons, apparently. I thanked her for the way she looked after Mickey, and told her that I would let her know how things worked out.
I am very disappointed. I like the other vets in the practice, but she was very compassionate and helpful during a very rough time.
Some tomato plants:
Some more tomato plants:
The patio garden. You can see the tomato plants hanging out the bottom of the planter. They will grow upside-down, which will prevent the sorts of diseases and injuries that result from contact with the ground:
The oregano plant, which has exploded:
King livened up the evening by eating something--by all indications, a major wad of tissue--then walking around the rooms making gulping motions like he was having trouble swallowing. Ran outside as soon as I opened the door and started chomping grass, I assumed to make himself throw up. Phoned the emergency vet office--the woman who answered the phone wouldn't tell me how to make a dog throw up, but advised me to bring him in for a shot. I considered this, but King didn't seem too distressed, so I imposed upon Mickey's vet instead. She confirmed my thought that a piece of tissue had likely gotten caught in his throat, and to just let him eat and drink water to force it down. This worked. All seems well, though I was concerned that the big idiot would hork grass all over the floor.
I was disappointed to learn from Mickey's vet that she has left the local practice. She had a long commute, and there were other reasons, apparently. I thanked her for the way she looked after Mickey, and told her that I would let her know how things worked out.
I am very disappointed. I like the other vets in the practice, but she was very compassionate and helpful during a very rough time.
no subject
Date: 2008-07-19 12:38 pm (UTC)Adrianne