I Do Not Have Doggy Munchousen By Proxy
As I was getting ready to leave the house Tuesday morning (10 a.m.), I noticed my bag of macadamia nuts and my bag of dried mango on the kitchen counter. I love these two snacks and buy them from the bulk section at the grocery store. They taste great together…especially when washed down with some coconut water. Mmmmm.
It’s like a tropical vacation in my mouth.
I made a mental note to remove the bags from the counter and put them out of Charlie’s reach. Both of my dogs have been known to scale the couch, and hoist themselves up and over the counter top. First, I had to get Cooper situated in his crated area, then I forgot my purse in the bedroom, then I could not find my phone...etc, etc. By the time I had everything together, the thought of moving my delicious snacks had left my mind. * poof
I got back to the house two and a half hours later and found my bags of snacks shredded and nearly emptied. The mangos were all gone and the macadamia nuts were mostly gone. Before Charlie got to them, there was probably at least a cup of nuts in that bag.
Charlie’s already ample belly was now quite gigantic. Other than having a big belly, he was fine.
Or so I thought……
Around 10:00p.m., I was in the bedroom with Cooper and Dale was with Charlie in the living room. Dale came into the bedroom and told me that he did not think Charlie felt good. He said he was really lethargic. I got up to check on him. He was on the ground, covered with a blanket. His eyes were black and still. I removed the blanket and noticed that his back limbs were twitching. My first thought was that he had slipped a disc (just as Cooper has recently done). Shit.
Then he started twitching all over and licking his mouth repeatedly. With great effort, he hoisted himself up and started to gag. I put a rag on the ground in front of him, and he proceeded to vomit onto the rag. Good aim. I could see the macadamia nuts in his vomit. The were still mostly whole, like he didn’t chew them.
I told Dale that I was going to look online to see if either the mango or the nuts were poisonous to dogs. I entered “macadamia nuts dogs” into google and boom: the first page displayed links to pages that all described how macadamia nuts were toxic to dogs.
I had a small freak out. Dale may or may not have told me “Sarah, you have to get it together. Keep in control of yourself.”
Many of the websites said the same thing about macadamia nut ingestion. Here is an example
***the strangest thing about this story is that the night before, I had a bad dream in which Charlie was poisoned. I woke up on Tuesday morning, still upset from the dream, and told Dale all about it. Spooky. I promise, I do not have some sort of doggy Munchousen syndrom by proxy. I'm just a little psychic, I guess. I'm going to start paying more attention to my dreams from now on.***