Dog Friendly Tips: Unblocking a dog's mouth
Dogs sometimes overestimate their ability to manipulate certain bones. It is common to find bones caught in various positions: wedged across the roof of the mouth between the back teeth, driven down into the gum beside a tooth, driven through the soft tissue below the lower jaw, stuck between two teeth, stuck on top of a molar tooth, or covering several teeth.
A bone from a lamb chop can sometimes become caught across a dog's mouth between the back teeth, with its sharp point sticking into the throat.
The dog paws desperately at its mouth, and the owner often thinks the end has surely come.
Dogs sometimes chew two or three inch shank bones from lamb so that the rounded bone slips down over their teeth and they can't close their mouths without forcing the sharp edges of the bone farther down against the gums. They become frantic.
Many other kinds of foreign bodies become wedged in the teeth or stuck in the mouth. Any dog may have accidents in its mouth. The mouth must be opened and the object pulled out.
Whenever possible, it is wise to rush the pet to the vets. They'll have the instruments to remove any obstructions without difficulty.
Dog Friendly Article: Forgiveness and Goodwill Were Not My Dog's Style
When you're driving down the highway, have you ever seen signs outside varying establishments that have clever and poignant maxims on them? Sayings like: "Making a living and making a life are not the same"... "A flawed diamond is better than a perfect brick"... "A woman's best asset is a man's imagination." I once was driving to our neighbouring town when I saw, "The heaviest burden to carry is a grudge." Regarding my dog Daniel, his back was so strong from carrying grudges that the Greek god Atlas would have been chartreuse with envy!
Daniel was an equal opportunity grudge carrier. It didn't matter who it was with or over what issue. For instance, the only way I could get the dog to give me a kiss was by bribing him with crackers and margarine. I would hold it up to his face, ask for a kiss and then patiently wait for it. After pausing a sufficient time to lord his supremacy, the dog would condescendingly lick the air in my general direction then grab the cracker and gulp it down!
Daniel was a Heinz 57 who had a Shepherd-Doberman look with floppy ears and was decidedly strong in body, as well as in spirit. Believe me, he was clever enough to allow you to think that you were the master and that he was the menial. He chiefly demonstrated this liege lord attitude with my father - his greatest combatant!
My father and Daniel were forever up to no good with each other. It didn't matter what one had, the other was determined to hide it, bury it or tear it to shreds! Reprisal could be swift or delayed, depending on the escapade. Case in point, my father's favourite hat. He bought it for a wedding that he and my mother were attending in Cleveland. I helped him to pick it out because after much searching, he couldn't decide what to get. As a matter of fact, he liked my choice so much that from that point on I always choose his hats for him. It was medium gray, fur fedora with two small gray and burgundy feathers on the band. It went very well with his overcoat and general complexion. He wore it everywhere.
Once Daniel knew you had a favourite something, he designated it as fair game in the retaliation wars. I was combing my hair in the sitting room one afternoon. The dog entered in on my left looking at the sizable bookcase that was against the wall. I wondered why he didn't acknowledge me, but I was on his blind side. I watched him as he determinedly went to the large easy chair right beside the bookcase. He climbed on the seat then put his back paws on the arm of the chair. With his front paws on the uppermost shelf, he lifted himself up to the top of the bookcase stretching as far as he could to reach where the hat was. He calmly snatched it, got off from the chair and proceeded out of the room. As he was exiting through the doorway, I said in an unruffled tone, "Daniel." He froze right in his tracks, panic ensued over his face, he dropped the hat like it was a lead balloon and bolted!
I picked up the pilfered chapeau and took it to where this marauder ran. I walked into the sunroom with the hat waving in my hand. Daniel was sitting next to my father having his head scratched. When he caught sight of me, he really began to suck up, ears down, wagging his tail, kissing my father's hand and of course looking so sweet and innocent!
I casually remarked to my father, "Dad, what did you do to the dog?"
"I didn't to anything to the dog," he said without looking up at me.
"You had to have done something to him," I countered.
"I didn't do anything!" he emphatically retorted.
"You had to have done something!"
"I didn't do anything!"
"You must have done something!"
"I tell you, I didn't do anything!"
"You must have done something, he's after your hat again!"
Looking startled, he thought for a moment then with an air of dawning crossing over his face he exclaimed, "Oh, that!" he declared, "I thought he forgot all about that!" He shrugged and simply continued to scratch the dog's head, while Daniel just sat there gloating at me!
It seems that he and my father both knew that Daniel was completely justified in his actions. Whatever the rules were for the 'I'm going to get you back' match, it was Daniel 10 - Dad 0. I never did find out what 'that' was.
As might be expected, the rules for their covert operations changed as each one saw fit in his favour. Even as they both aged, my father never ceased to aggravate the dog whenever he could and Daniel never ceased to have a memory like a herd or elephants!
I once looked up some training information that said a dog doesn't hold a grudge. A dog doesn't hold a grudge, are they kidding? Sometimes I wonder if these "How To" authors actually know 'how to,' or do they just 'say to' and hope that it all works out?
Even with all of his scheming, conniving and wheeling and dealing, we cherished our dear pet. Daniel was with us for sixteen years. He lived and died true to form. Up until the day that he breathed his last - that dog never met a grudge he couldn't carry!
I am Gail Marie Kocznur. Adoring all animals, I know what a beloved pet means to you. I have had nine cherished dogs myself with many amusing stories to tell. Visit my website at the link below to see full colored pet portraits that I lovingly render in pastel and artist pencils.
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