Here's the Scoop

As promised, here's yet another doofus doggie story, and in this one, Lulu takes center stage.

Poor little pup.

Ever since we brought kitty Genevieve home, we've kept a child-gate in place to keep the dogs from eating Genny's food and/or investigating her litter box. I was scrambling around the other day trying to put Genny into her kitty carrier for her check-up with our vet and so removed the gate without replacing it.

Oops.

So while Genny and I were celebrating (well, I was anyway....) her perfect x-rays and clean bill of health, Lulu decided to check out -- and apparently eat a bunch of -- the cat litter. The super-absorbant clumping kind. The kind that I now know is very dangerous if anyone or anything actually eats it. I don't even want to know if she ate anything else that she found in the litter box. Shudder.

 I read a veterinarian's blog entry entitled "Clumping Cat Litter Can Kill a Dog" with all the disgusting details about a particularly gross incident of cat poop and clumping litter ingested by a Bassett hound here, and if you have a strong constitution, you can too. Eww. I wouldn't recommend it.

A few hours after Lulu's snack, it became obvious that she was not feeling well, poor baby. In her case, she was able to pass the yukky stuff on her own but is receiving antibiotics and probiotics to heal her little innards. I'll spare y'all the gruesome details but let me just say here that I'm very glad that my bed and most of our furniture was unscathed in this little poopy incident. Ah, geez. Another trip to the vet.....

Later as I was recounting Lulu's symptoms to our vet, who is a young mom, she shared with me that she knew all about the problems with ingesting clumping cat litter since her two year had recently done the same thing.

HER DAUGHTER ATE CAT POOP AND LITTER. AND SHE'S A VETERINARIAN. AND SHE ACTUALLY TOLD ME ABOUT THIS. I love her.

I'm glad to report that both our vet's little girl and Lulu are feeling considerably better and it appears that
neither were irreparably injured. Thank goodness.

I don't want to talk or even think about it any more. Bleah.