Kronk Adventures

So, while making dinner last night, I sat down to watch a few minutes of tv whilst the food cooked. Kronk had climbed onto a pile of blankets with his rawhide, happily chomping away. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him stand up, then he started to yelp in pain. I grabbed him to see what was wrong, and he just kept swallowing and licking his lips, while still yelping. I thought that maybe the rawhide had gotten stuck in his throat, so I tried to feel for it in his mouth (not a pleasant experience, ever). It was already down his throat; he just kept moving between me and Brian and Vanessa, looking for relief. We, of course, started to panic that we would have to take him to the vet, after hours mind you. Brian thought he'd try some version of doggie Heimlich, which really just equated to Brian smacking Kronk on the back. (I think Kronk thought he was in trouble for something.) So then Kronk ran over to me and the yelping just kept coming. I got him a fresh dish of water and he went into his kennel and started turning circles. He laid down for a minute, but was still licking his lips and swallowing.

Then he started to retch. After a moment or two, he vomited. At least he was kind enough to go in to his kennel for this part of the fun. The LARGE piece of rawhide had apparently gotten stuck in his throat. I'd imagine it felt like it does when I eat too much bread and it isn't going down my throat. Poor little guy. After he puked, he curled up in my lap; the rest of the evening he acted like nothing had happened at all. Silly dog.