3:30 am
I wake up to noise in the living room. It sounds like Sam, my dog, wrestling around. We have a new mouse friend, so I think she must be playing chase with (and hopefully killing) Mr. Mouse. Go back to sleep.
4:15 am
Wake up to Jen yelling at me about something. I slumber out of bed to find Sam down for the count on the kitchen floor and ALL her body functions spread around the living room. She is alive, but barely. She can't hold her head up or steady. She is drooling all over herself and she can't stand up.
4:30 am
Trip down a half a flight of stairs carrying a 67 pound dog. Lucky, I am met by a fire extigisher box. Sam is really pissed now. I get to the street to wait for the cab to the hospital.
The cab comes - going the wrong way, down a one-way street - and the driver yells at me to watch his new seat as I try to get my half dead dog into the back of the cab. At this point, I bit my tongue and refrain myself from killing the cab driver.
4:45 am
Arrive at the Animal Emergency Room. They work her over, give her some valium (breakfast of champions!) and give her some charcoal (yea, like the little brick you put in your grill - minus the chemicals).
5:45 am
Doc is not sure what happen, but guesses she ate some poison on our late night walk in the park. She puts Sam on an IV and more medicine.
7:30 am
ER says I have to take Sam to the local Vet, because they close at 8 am. They make all the arrangements for the transfer and hand me a bill for $955. (Holy Shit!) If Sam was not the best dog in the world and one of my best friends, she would have been in trouble at this point. At least for the $955 they called a cab for me.
7:45 am
I carry Sam, her IV bag, my bag, and a emergency first aid kit to Cab #2. The driver is walking to the car in front of me and does not even bother to open the door for me. Already livid at his profession, I politely (okay, there may have been an F-bomb in my request) ask him to get the door. He just looks at me while I put Sam on the trunk to get the door open. The whole way to the other Vet, steam is rolling out my ears. I think to myself, " When we arrive, I should put his money in the top of the door jam and shut the door so he has to get out and open the door to get it." I refrain from this action, against my better judgement, for Sam's sake.
8:00 am
Arrive at Uptown Animal Clinic, the neighborhood vet, with Sam. She is a little further from death's door at this point, but not as much as one would think after $955 and 3 1/2 hours. I go over the morning's events with the new Vet and they say she needs to stay there for the day and eat some more charcoal. She is on the Vet table and I am having to hold her head up. She is in ruff shape, black charcoal all around her mouth, her eyes wobbling around in her head, and an IV hanging out her paw. The Vet tells me they will watch her for the day and let me know if anything changes. They get her squared away in the back and I head home.
12:00 p.m.
I call the Vet to get an update. They say she is a little better and is making good progress. They say call back around 4:30 p.m.
My best guess is she ate something while I was not looking in the park last night. I can not imagine what, but it worked her over really good and very quickly. I hope she will be able to come home tonight and will not have to go back to the ER for after hours care. If 3 hours cost that much, I don't want to think about what an overnighter would cost me.
Wish Sam luck over the next few days. She is going to need it. Hopefully she will be better in a few days. She better, because we are putting her out on the street corner to make some money back.




