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Two Poodles living in Spain

The daily lives of two poodles living in Spain. We are a Black Standard Poodle (Grande Caniche) called Dudley and a Cream Standard Poodle called Monica. We were born in a village in the mountains of Andalusia and now live on the Orihuela Costa in Spain. Monica is 4 years old and Dudley is 1.

(This blog is in memory of Buddy, one of the original TPLIS who sadly was put to sleep on 27th December 2010).

Silence of the (Lambs)..........Poodle !
Friday, May 27, 2011

Mum and Dad keep laughing at me and calling me Hannibal Lecter……but I don’t know why?
 
On Monday evening I didn’t feel well. I felt like there was something in my stomach and I just wanted to be sick, but being a dog I couldn’t just put my paw down my throat……so I had to go around where we live and try and find some grass to chew to make myself throw up. This took ages and Mum and Dad took it in turns to walk me around till I couldn’t be sick anymore. I managed a couple of hours kip, but I still felt like there was something stuck in my throat and I kept gulping to try and clear it.
 
Tuesday morning mum took me to the vets and explained that I have this habit of eating bits of plastic and when she shouts “drop it” I just swallow it. Normally I sick it up a couple of days later but mum thought that maybe I had some stuck in my tummy.
 
So Eduardo, my vet, took some X-rays (Mum says these are photographs of your insides….sounds yuk to me). Anyway it turns out my throat was inflamed and it looked like there was still some plastic in my tum. So Eduardo gave me an emetic (this is a drug that causes you to vomit….nice …eh!).
 
So there I am in the back room of the surgery throwing up and a bit of black plastic came up. (God, don’t you just hate it when mum’s are right!)  We had another X-ray and it looked like all the plastic had gone, but we are going back next week once my throat has stopped being inflamed and my stomach has settled down, just to be sure. If it hasn’t then I have to have something called an endoscopy, where they put a camera down my throat to see what’s in my tummy. Can’t say I am looking forward to that….have you seen the size of a camera….I mean swallowing bits of plastic is easy…..but a camera….no way!
 
Anyway now I have to wear a muzzle when I go on the field to stop me eating the plastic and that why Mum keeps calling me Hannibal Lecter
 
 
 
I really don’t know what she means…do you?
 
Hasta pronto!
 
Monica


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