Bobby vs. the Toad

My dog likes hunting frogs and toads. Everytime we go outside, both Bobby and Gibson go after the frogs to try and catch them. Of course, I don't let them get to them, but it's still hilarious to watch them try.

On Friday morning, around 6am, I opened the door to take the dogs on a walk before work. Bobby and Gibson raced out the door as soon as I opened it, but the instantly stopped. Bobby had grabbed this big fat Toad and had it in his mouth. I jerked on the leash and he dropped it. The toad, dazed, sat there for a minute while Gibson frantically tried to get him, then he hopped away. Bobby seemed okay, he was just licking his chops and shaking his head a little. I walked them down the street a little and realized Bobby seemed pretty out of it.

When we went back inside, immediately Bobby began foaming at the mouth and vomiting foam. He wouldn't respond to his name, drink water or anything. If you called him, he would look in the general direction of the sound, but not focus on anything. He was dazed and confused to say the least. I immediately woke up Adrian and he jumped online to see what we should do. I called the emergency vet and told her the situation. It was when I was on hold with the vet that Bobby lost control of his bowels and crapped on the living room floor. You could hear the smile in the vets voice when I was talking to her. Apparently, this happens quite a bit around here because of all the frogs and toads. She said that the vomiting would subside and that he pooped because he was scared. She said to watch him for the next few hours and if he didn't get better, take him to our vet. Adrian, meanwhile, was looking online and said that the vomiting would stop if we washed his mouth out with water. So there we were, at 6:30 in the morning, with Bobby in the bathtub, Adrian holding his jaws open and me pouring water in his mouth to wash it out. Fun family bonding time.

After we washed his mouth out, he was fine. The vomiting stopped, he started wagging his tail and he responded when you called him. It was at this point that we realized, our dog is tripping out. He's high as a kite. His eyes were all glassy and wide, his pupils dilated, he was staring off into space. It was hilarious. Once we knew the danger had passed, it was really funny. He had one eye open really big and one eye half closed. Adrian said we should have put on some of Jimi Hendrix's "Purple Haze" for him to listen to while he was tripping out.



I'm happy to report that Bobby is 100% back to normal. He slept most of it off and was fine a couple of hours later. He hasn't learned his lesson though. He still goes after the frogs.