Friday, June 17, 2011

I swallowed two more pebbles...

It was sometime before Mum cut the rhubarb when I swallowed the pebbles. Perhaps the evening before, when Claire and I were being rascals. I was wondering if I should tell Mum and Dad, but after wondering for a while I vomited one up right in  front of Dad's guest and gave it all away. They looked at me sideways until the next morning, when Dad brought me back to the vet.
Sure enough, my other pebble showed up on the x-ray, so it was back to surgery for Gromit. I just had my staples removed from my last pebble removal, I'm all stapled up again.

Mum and Dad are pretty upset. They said I'm going to have to wear a basket muzzle because I can't afford to have more problems with my insides. I don't even know what a basket muzzle is yet, but this doesn't sound good - I wouldn't be able to put my mouth over Clifford's head if my mouth was covered up.

I don't mean to swallow pebbles.. ..they're just so..yummy..So are sticks, and flowers from the garden, and Mum's toes under her desk. I'm a Basset and I like to taste things; sometimes my attention is swayed and whatever I'm tasting slips down my throat. AaarrRrOoops. (I've never swallowed Mum's toes of course..)

I should be able to go home today. The surgery wasn't as extensive as last time, but still resulted in the same large incision. I'm very sore. :(
Dad's going to have to carry me around for a while longer, I guess.

1 comment:

  1. Aw, poor Gromit! I hope you recover soon!