When I picked Jade up, they said she hadn't been fussy at all, so that was a really good thing to hear. I'm not feeling great today, so knowing that Jade is having a good day makes things easier on me.
Then we got home. There should have been a sign on the door.
At least I would have had a warning.
At first, I didn't know what was wrong. There was some vomit on the floor in the dining room (the first room I walk into) and Zoe looked a bit... lethargic. But that's happened before. But then I continued walking through the house. And the smell hit me. I walked into the bedroom upstairs. Belle's bed was covered in some sort of brown... substance. I am not sure from which end of the dog this substance emerged from.
Belle was curled up on Zoe's bed (because why would she stay on hers after spewing substance everywhere?) looking like Zoe's partner in crime. That is when I knew that this was not just a little problem.
I then followed the smell into the room we have dubbed "the rocketship room". And there it was.
While Jade and I were enjoying ourselves at MOPS, the dogs were also enjoying themselves.
On a tube of Desitin.
The diaper rash cream.
That contains 30% zinc.
I called the vet. They instructed me to call poison control. I then talked to poison control for 20 minutes. While feeding my child lunch and putting her down for a nap. Jade was quite confused as to why I didn't put the phone down while I was reading her story.
It was determined that the dogs would be ok. I'm sure that should have made me happy. At the time, it did not.
With Jade asleep and Pepcid shoved down each of my dog's throats and all access to food and water blocked, there was only one thing left to do.
Clean up the house.
I counted 15 piles. Yes, you read that correctly. Fifteen.
Just one of those days...