I once saw a bumper sticker with these exact words, and tonight it should be plastered to my forehead.
Mr. T left for his business trip tonight, and he wasn't gone twenty minutes when Thomas the Dog began heaving in a telltale manner. This alarming behavior prompted me to leap from my seat and attempt to rush him out the sliding door in my bedroom before the inevitable purge began. No luck. He made it six inches from the door before covering my newly cleaned carpet with a splash of fresh, chunky black vomit.
Black. That ain't good. Anyone want to take bets on whether I'll be making a three a.m. trip to the animal hospital tonight with a sleeping kid and puking dog?
Like my dad sometimes says, I need this like I need a paper asshole.
Dozing polar bear, Indianapolis Zoo
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So how is he now? Any update?
(black sounds scarey)
Yeah, my dad's chock full of colorful sayings.
Thomas appears fine now. I have no clue what caused the black puke issue. I fed him a small amount of dog food this morning and he kept it down fine. He'll get his normal dinner tonight and we'll see.
Maybe take doggie in during daylight hours...like today? I don't envy you. At. All.
I know that Black coming out the other end means internal bleeding. SO that would be kinda serious and if that happens take him to the Doc right away. But black puke? Could be something he ate.
Toots
I read that black vomit could mean ulcer. I'm watching him, but I suspect he just ate something revolting.
Glad to hear he's better - pretty scary. I swear we have frantic runs to the door or messes on the floor about once a week. I love when it's grass and leaves - how many times to you suppose I yell at these stupid dogs NOT to eat grass and leaves?
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