The Zoey Scare

Yesterday Mike and I found ourselves at the Emergency Animal Surgery Clinic in the afternoon. Throughout the day Zoey's stomach was getting bigger (like swollen, crazy big) and she was drinking gads of water. We called Alice--the first call we make with anything Zoey--and she said it could be serious and require surgery. Some sort of thing called GDV...I don't remember what the letters stand for, but it had to do with her stomach turning and blocking something important. Basically she could die.

So after waiting almost an hour and hearing our dog referred to as "critical" we are called into the room where we suspect the doctor will come in and tell us our dog is going to die. So the first question the doctor asks is "What did Zoey eat today?" Um, breakfast. Annndd...her food container lid was up. Oh man, could she have eaten extra food? Pretty much. The stupdi pooch almost ate herself to death. Her stomach was like 5 times the size it should be. Yeah, we felt silly rushing her there, but we'd rather be safe than sorry when potentially dealing with GDV.

Maybe our dog isn't as smart as we'd like to beleive...