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If youre not cautious youll regret it& My dog, Felix, was one year old and my brother never had a dog growing up, so when we did finally get a dog two years ago he was slightly annoyed and disappointed that he had missed out. I thought that we should go for a walk to remedy these feelings. It was about 10 am and we decided to place Felix in his harness and headed out. When we arrived on the ground floor Felix was impatient and pulled on his leash. He wanted to meet Rosie, his Dachshund friend, but she wasn’t home. Felix kept pulling at his leash and I asked my brother to hold the dog since he is 6 feet 4 inches and Felix is a 12-pound Yorkshire Terrier and Maltese mix. It seemed easy enough.
After I handed the leash to my brother, he opened the heavy wooden door and we started to walk outside and through the courtyard. Once we exited the gate which has little holes in it that are too small for people to get through but Felix was just the right size to fit through, he got impatient and put his little head under the hole in the gate j but he luckily didnt get very far and my brother pulled him back. We proceeded to leave the apartment complex and took a right, passing by all the plants and mouse traps. We got to the corner and turned left where trash was piled a few feet high. Unfortunately for everyone, there was a chicken bone that looked like it was covered with orange barbeque sauce and had been rotting for at least two hours before we arrived there. Felix is very curious, so he just had to bite the chicken bone! He started to chew on it and I heard the noise, it sounded like when Felix chews his peanut butter bone but we were by the park and next to piles of trash so I knew this couldnt be good. My brother was still holding Felix but was texting at the same time so he hadnt noticed that something was wrong. This was not completely his fault since it was his first time walking a dog.
At this point, I processed what was going on and I remembered the articles I had read online about chicken bones for dogs and how damaging they were to them. The chewing can split the bone into extremely sharp pieces and when the dog swallows them or chews them, well, obviously that isnt optimal. Realizing all of this, I quickly sprung into action and crouched down to Felixs level in about a second and grabbed one end of the bone. He turned into a dog that I had never seen before! He was growling very loudly and showed me his white fangs, his eyes looked very threatening too but it didnt matter, I needed to remove this bone out of his mouth now, nothing else mattered. My brother during all of this was tugging on the leash and making sure Felix didnt run off while I did the work. While I was holding one end of the bone he paused his chewing because he realized if he let his grip go for even half a second I would have yanked the bone out of his mouth and he would never be able to get it back. Eventually, after about a minute his eyes rolled back which revealed to me the white of his eyes like a shark getting ready to eat his prey. He let go and attempted to jump at me but thankfully for me my brother still had the leash and even though he wasnt expecting this to happen he reacted quickly enough and pulled Felix backwards. I threw the bone in the trash and we continued our walk.
Felix was normal the rest of the time. Once we got back to the apartment we told our parents what had happened and my dad was angry since he didnt trust my brother to walk Felix due to his lack of experience. An hour passed and everyone settled down but the dog was not his happy energetic self. He was sitting by the door, whimpering, not wanting to play or eat. At the time it was about 1 pm and the nearby vet wasnt going to be open much longer, so my dad decided to take Felix to the veterinarian. Meanwhile, while this was happening I was at home worrying, pacing around the apartment.
I couldnt stay there and just wait, I needed to leave and do something. I called my old friend who lives in the building next door and he wasnt busy so I put on my sneakers and headed out. When I got there he was watching the NHL draft. While we were watching the draft I was constantly checking my texts. Around 6 pm when the draft ended, I decided to head back home. I finally received a text from my dad saying that this vet couldnt treat Felix and so he had to take him to the animal hospital uptown. He also said that Felix would have to stay the night. When he returned, he looked tired and worried. The vet had taken an X-ray which clearly showed a small piece of chicken bone but which had not damaged his organs. So the vet did not think that Felix condition was due to the bone.
At dinner, my father jokingly remarked that the vet had asked him repeatedly if he had fed Felix Marijuana. My dad said that he understood they had to ask him this because Felixs heart rate was extremely low but they were insistent on pushing this ridiculous narrative. We dont have any Marijuana so that seemed odd, but my grandma takes heart medication so its possible Felix got ahold of it. The next day we were not yet able to pick up Felix but thankfully he had survived. However, they wanted to keep him another night under observation and to make sure nothing went wrong. The important thing though was that Felix was ok. Knowing that there can be a close call at any time makes you feel grateful for the usual moments.
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