As long as he's been here, Murphy has been an inveterate counter-surfer, trash-bag-raider, and occasional destroyer of random objects when I leave him alone for too long.
Frankly I've gotten used to finding ripped up papers or cardboard boxes on the floor by his dog bed and just picking it up.
Well this afternoon, I found the remains of a small bag shredded and empty on the floor by his bed. I didn't recognize it but out of curiosity I pieced enough of it back together to figure out what it was: Havoc rat and mouse poison.
Dammit. I used this stuff a year ago to get rid of some mice. They ate part of one bag and then they were gone. I was sure that I'd thrown the remainder of that stuff away just to prevent something like this from happening. Apparently I did not, because here we are with the remains of one of the bags.
I've already been in contact with poison control and two distant 24-hour emergency vets. All say that he needs to be taken in for blood work and an antidote. The threshold lethal dose for a dog his size is 16g. There was 50g in the bag. Naturally this happens on a Sunday when the local vets are all closed. The good news is that the poison is slow-acting and the people I've been talking to say that unless he becomes symptomatic, we can probably wait until morning to have him seen. Right now, he's his usual active, obnoxious self so that's good. But I'm waiting on a call back from an on-call emergency vet and if they'll see him now, we're going in.
All of the professionals that I've talked to say that this happens all the time. How the fuck does this happen "all the time"? How many irresponsible, negligent dog owners are there out there, anyway?
I know one, that's for sure.