// March 1st, 2009 // 4 Comments » // Blog
Last night, Kat and Melinda were over hanging out. I went to make tea for everyone, and figured I’d give a piece of rawhide to Watson, because he loves them and he’s supposed to have them every now and then for his teeth. We got them a while ago from the vet, but he doesn’t have them that often. He usually chews them to death, until he’s broken it into tiny pieces and has eaten it, or until it’s more or less dissolved.
Anyways, he’s chewing away on his rawhide.
Kat stayed over, so we went to sleep, and I thought nothing of him having the rawhide, because he likes to carry it around with him. If he has to go to the washroom, he’ll either bring it and leave it at the backdoor, or actually take it out with him. So I didn’t think anything of him not leaving it alone.
This morning he was making some weird smacking sound. Kind of like he had peanut butter stuck on the roof of his mouth that just wouldn’t come down. I tried looking inside his mouth (which made him not too happy) and I saw that he had gummy rawhide, stuck on the roof. I felt bad, and tried to use the end of a spoon to move it, but nothing happened and he got pretty angry, so there was really nothing I could do. But, he didn’t seem in pain, he could breathe fine and ate his breakfast.
So, I figured it was just a piece that would eventually fall down.
When I came back after school, it was still there. But he seemed to be smacking less, so I figured it was dissolving. I headed off to my Grammy’s house, where she touched up my hair, and I had both lunch and dinner. Kat and I were going to hang out after she was done her workshop, but I was still at Grammy and Grampy’s, so she ended up meeting me there, and we stayed for dinner (mm, Chinese).
We came back to my house, to hang out and watch the new Seeker. And here was Wattie, smacking away again. We managed to peer into his mouth, and the rawhide was still there. It seemed to me that it had moved a little, and he ate dinner just fine.
But the more we sat here with him, we realized that it was actually a huge problem and he was starting to get really upset. However, every time we tried to look in his mouth to see what was going on, he FREAKED OUT. So we grabbed the oven mitts, thinking that at least if he bit, it wouldn’t hurt as much.
Amazingly, it didn’t hurt at all.
I tried to find chopsticks (not wooden ones) because I thought, hey, maybe that would be less scary than a spoon handle, but I didn’t have any that were clean (or in the house… the pair I wanted is in my car, don’t ask). I had a metal skewer (dangerous, I know but I was desperate!) but never ended up using it. Kat tried to lure him with a treat, seeing if that would get him to open up and let us look in his mouth, but that only made him come out from under the table, and as soon as he grabbed the treat and saw the oven mitts, he ran back under the table. He also kept licking his legs, which was weird.
This whole ordeal ended in me trying to hold him down, to see if I could get his mouth open. I wish I had a video of him, because although he was really upset, it was pretty hysterical. The sound he makes alone makes it hard not to laugh, plus he was thrashing like a devil possessed child. At one point I was holding him, and had one hand around his bottom jaw.
I don’t know how she did it, but Kat was able to reach into his mouth and dislodge the rawhide. It was pretty amazing, and I’m so grateful she got it unstuck! I felt so bad for Watson, and he was SO upset… I think it got to the point where he was upset, scared and embarrassed about it. He ended up biting her a bit, but luckily it didn’t draw blood, and wasn’t too bad.
After Kat got it out, it was like he did a complete change of demeanor. He was SO happy, wagging his tail, rolling around… I can’t imagine how relieved he must have felt.

As you can see in the photo, he’s exhausted. And he’s hardly moved from the couch. Can’t blame him, I’d feel the same way. But the poor guy, I’m so glad that Kat got it out. If she hadn’t, I think I would have had to take him to the emergency vet because he was growing more and more distressed.
But yes, Watson is happy and well now. And totally passed out (with his legs in rigor mortis mode).