“Drop! Drop it Bo!” I hear my sister yell from a distance. I
run downstairs to find my little sister chasing my puppy around the living
room, trying to get him to drop a sock that’s in his mouth. I run to get a treat for him to see if I can
get him to spit it out. That’s when my sister screams “Tess! Bodie just ate a
sock!” “What?” I answered, “That’s not possible.” I couldn’t really believe it
because my dog only weighs about ten pounds so it seemed crazy that he could
swallow a whole sock.
But sure enough, Bo was sitting by the coffee table coughing
and the sock was nowhere to be found. We got my mom and my other sister first
we checked on Bodie to make sure that he was ok and could breathe. Then, we all
started searching for the sock to see if he had maybe dropped it. After about
twenty minutes of looking for the sock, we decided that he must have eaten it. My
mom called the vet and they told us to bring him in. so we all got in the car
and started driving to the vet. I was super worried about him and was kind of
panicking by this point. As soon as we got to the vet, they had us weigh Bodie.
Then, we brought him into a room for the doctor to examine him. She said that there was no way for her to
tell if he had eaten the sock right now but it was better to be safe than
sorry, so she took in into the back room to puke up the sock. I was so nervous
felt so badly for my poor little puppy. He came back in a few minutes and had a
little pink bandage around his leg. I picked him up and carried him out of the vet.
The vet said that we were right to bring him in so quickly because otherwise he
might have needed surgery. I was so
happy and relived to have my puppy back and that he was all right. I will never
let him anywhere near a sock again.
I'm glad he is safe. I like how your narrative flows throughout the post. Great storyline!
ReplyDeleteOh no! I remember this. poor little bo, I love how you describe how you felt the whole time going from confusion to like fear. Nice!
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