Adventures in Dog Ownership

Larry and I had to rush Rocket to the emergency vet this morning. He had grabbed a pair of my rolled up socks and was playing with them, chewing on them and shaking them. Absolutely would not give them up. Usually, he can be bribed, so I went into the kitchen to get a Milk Bone, which worked, but there was only one sock! I looked all around (we have a small living room) and no sock! So, I called the emergency vet who said to bring him in, woke Larry up and off we went. Of course, we are all under a shelter in place, so we had to wait out in the car for a phone call while the vet tech came out and took him in to see the vet. They induced vomiting, but no sock! We conferred with the vet and decided to do an x-ray to see if they can spot anything in his stomach ("Are you SURE that he swallowed the sock?", she asked). While waiting, we decided to run home and search for the sock. Miraculously, Larry found it! Somehow it had gotten behind an end table. I have no idea how it got back there. I probably wouldn't have found it until I pulled out the table to vacuum (we won't talk about how long it will actually be until that happens😀). So, $540 later, all is well that ends well. Time for my nap!