I traffic in bad smells. It's just part of the trade: male cat urine, dog poop, anal glands, impacted anal glands, abscesses, wounds, maggots...you get the idea.
So, is it any wonder then that a naughty dog who has JUST ingested a freshly bake chocolate cake is my absolute favorite emergency to see?
I saw a 100 pound black lab/great dane mix on Saturday night. He practically inhaled a fresh, 9 inch harvest chocolate cake off the counter after his owner finished baking it. She brought him right to us, a mere 10 minutes after said crime.
A large shot of apomorphine later, and practically an intact chocolate cake was lying at my feet. For the amusement of the techs, I took a plastic knife and cut into the cake, exposing the moist, fresh, almost perfectly whole inside of the cake. I could have cut a slice, put it on a plate, and no one would have been the wiser. There was still steam coming from the inside.
The whole clinic smelled of pleasant, recently baked cake. So much so that the midnight technician commented upon walking in the door, "hey, did someone bring cake?!"
(My husband implored me to post this little anecdote (if you will) on my blog...so, since he's such a RARE reader of my blog, I thought I'd oblige)
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5 comments:
Funny, I will remind your grandparents to beware of chocolate cake during their visit!
I don't know how you do it -- your first paragraph alone was enough to get me squeamish!
It's going to be awhile before I will be able to eat chocolate cake without thinking of this.. and smiling..
Come on, admit it, you tried a piece didn't you? :-)
Wow, I just stumbled upon your blog and this entry is hilarious!
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