Growing up isn't easy

Kylee came home from her walk today, took a drink of water and shocked both Morgans at how swiftly the water looked like a boiled egg was waiting to be dyed in. We both admit to shitting ourselves in pure Three Stooges whoop whoop. I went scrambling for my pants thinking we were doomed to repeat the past and rush a dog somewhere for …. whatever it is dogs do to scare their parents.

She literally was dripping blood from her mouth. Not enough that I thought she would bleed out, but to say you saw giant globs of blood all over and did nothing, would revoke my PETA contract. Right? She was dripping pretty damn well. To the point I could smell it quite strongly, which is a very distinct smell. We all know the taste yes, but knowing the smell of a good amount of blood doesn’t remotely compare. No girls, your period does not count. Very different. I think it smells like iron, but I can’t say if I smelled iron I would think it was blood. It’s just…. Can’t miss it once ya know it.

So she’s bleeding and Mr. Morgan has begun to REALLY freak out.

“What did she get into?”
“Rocks.”
“Okay.” knowing that she simply cannot NOT eat rocks. She's a rockeater, like the Neverending Story.

He worries about the blood water bowl as though it’s not a cover for being concerned. The beast’s tail was a-wag, she was plentiful in energy. I grabbed the mouth of my youngest and we had the very first “Mother Knows Best” discussion. Meaning – open your mouth….. we need to take a peek. We almost had this discussion before, but it was simple and entailed me swabbing her mouth for contraband. You’d be surprised how fast I can check a mouth for things that should not be in it (I don’t even have to look at the subject, it’s a movement that is swirlish and probably taught to prison guards) and take the item, commenting on if I thought it was worth the trouble of trying to bite me for it. This is true also when I cared for humans, I've been bitten by dentures and real teeth and each had a few that wouldn't let go, although with dentures they will eventually pull free and you can prance " HA GOT YOUR TEETH!" People like junk in their mouths. I smoke… so … I’m not one to say it’s wrong.

I snagged the bleeder, swabbed a mouth, no items. I looked up at Mr. Morgan and said:

“She lost a tooth.” As I had suspected.
“No way, it wouldn’t have bled like that.”

I looked at him calmly, pissed that he was NO help herding the 30 pound animal who did NOT want her mouth examined, and told him what I saw. This was not easy, and it stank of… like I said… blood. There is an inch and a half side of her mouth where no teeth are. The other side of her mouth has those teeth, so…. logic reigns. I’m now on her “I hate you list.”

She later began to gag and barf, I won’t even try to say I wasn’t looking and hoping that she barfed up a tooth. No luck.

She’s not dead and Mister has had enough of a scare for today, even if it was just a tooth. He is still very fragile about any dog issue and worries like crazy that something will happen again to us, too soon.

-DM