Michelle and Crew house sat for Griz and Gramz in Bartlesville a couples weekends ago while they visited Derek in Hawaii. She took Rufus along cause he loves playing with Maggie and Gabby, the family basset hounds. The bassets, like most pets, have their quirks, and Maggie's is bringing random things indoors that most definitely should stay outside.
Crew loves the bassets. More specifically, Crew loves when the bassets bark and fight. He'll poke at them and when they nip, he laughs... hysterically. He's getting pretty quick and can be next to you one second and in the other room interrupting the dog's naps the next.
Sunday evening Michelle was in the living room and Crew ran into the kitchen around the corner to play with/torment the dogs. Michelle heard growling followed by laughter indicating at least Crew was not getting into anything. He came walking around the corner and Michelle noticed something in his hands. She assumed it was a toy he had snatched from one of the dogs and started to walk toward him to make sure he didn't put it in his mouth.
As she approached him, Crew dropped a bloody, half living bird to the ground. To put it mildly, freaked out... remember, she's alone and 2 hours away from her bug killing, poop cleaning, dead bird handling husband.
Michelle called me in a panic asking what she should do. I told her to get the bird out of the house so the dogs wouldn't mess with it and take Crew to the emergency room. I realize at this point in the story some of you more seasoned parents are laughing since one of your kids as recently as yesterday probably ingested a couple pounds of dirt and crickets and followed it up with a half bottle of Windex from under the sink and you're thinking a dead bird is no big deal, but this is our first kid and I thought a trip to the ER couldn't hurt... so stop the judging.
Using a magazine and a dust pan, Michelle scooped the bird up and tossed it out front. As she was heading to the Jane Phillips ER, I called my dad (aka Griz) in Hawaii. "You sent her where? She'll be there all night. Tell her to go to minor emergency over by the house."
I call Michelle back, "Leave the hospital and got to the minor emergency."
She replies, "The nurse already came out and told me to just go home and brush his teeth real well and give him a bath with a real good soap. What the heck is good soap?
I answer, "I don't know, we can mix all the soap in the house together and try to make some kind of super soap."
Dad rings in, "Tell Michelle to just go home and give him a good bath and brush his teeth."
I answer, "Where was that answer 15 mins ago?"
It all ended up fine. Crew's feathers are coming in nicely and my parent's now have 4.5 gallons of 'good soap' if anyone needs it.