Baby Rudy Visits the Emergency Room…Again

I’ll preface this story by saying that Rudy is fine, now.  But at about 10 p.m. last night, we weren’t quite sure.

Ya see, Rudy is a pig.  She has the body of a Chihuahua, but the appetite of a wild boar.  Joey Chestnut is her idol.

Her three favorite activities are:

  • eating
  • thinking about her next chance to eat
  • reminiscing about her most recent oppurtunity to eat, and reveling in how glorious it was
Baby Rudy and the Big Bone

Baby Rudy and the Big Bone

She screams for dinner at 4 p.m., and wakes us up for breakfast at 5 a.m.  When 50 Cent wrote:  “I love you like a fat kid love cake,” Rudy was the fat kid he had in mind.

All this said, you can imagine how fired up Rudy was last night when she got her special treat, a non-Rawhide “Twisty” chewy, broken into fourths.  She was delirious with pleasure, beside herself with excitement.

Perhaps it’s because she’s so excited, or also maybe because she’s absolutely terrified by the possibility someone’s going to take it away.  But for whatever reason, she just eats everything so fast, often times swallowing it whole!

Such was the case last night, and before long, Erin and I found ourselves smack in the middle of a “choice.”  Do we let her try and work through it, as she coughs, and spits.  Or, do we rush her to the Pet Emergency Clinic, knowing they’ll be looking for one of our kidneys just to walk through the door.

We gave her about 10 minutes, but as her breathing became labored and shallow, and she continued to expectorate on the regular, we determined enough was enough, and headed for the Clinic.  Bottom line, we knew she was most likely going to be okay, but ya just can’t roll the dice on something as critical as Baby Rudy!

Rudy has a Chew Bone

Rudy has a Chew Bone

But the Clinic is no fun.  It never is.  Because not only are you sick with worry over your little patient, you’re also sharing a waiting room with families who most likely have it much worse. They deemed Rudy “stable” after seeing her in “Triage Room 2,” and left us quickly to deal with the more severe cases that had stumbled in through the night.  I’ll spare us all the details, but it wasn’t pretty.

After a short wait, it’s recommended we invest in radio graphs (basically X-Rays) to determine what exactly is going on in Rudy’s throat, esophagus, etc.  This is the only way, they tell us, to really be sure.  Of course it is.  And, of course we do it.

Baby Rudy X-Ray

Baby Rudy X-Ray

As you can see, there is no “chewy” lodged in her esophagus, which is a good thing.  Most likely, it eventually worked it’s way down into her stomach, where she’ll digest it normally.  The Vet we see tells us that “if cost is an issue,” we can skip the “overnight stay, and just take her home.” Thanks, Doc.

But Rudy is good for one of these scares every 6 months or so.  Last winter, it was pneumonia, and that did require an overnight stay.  And we’re still paying for it.

Lots of people go on vacations.  We take our Chihuahua to the overnight clinic. Same exciting adventure, less to pack!

The final line:

Time spent worrying about Rudy:  a few hours

Distance traveled to the Clinic:  a few blocks

Money spent on exam, radiographs:  a few hundred dollars

Knowing your first born is okay:  Priceless



  1. Aww…glad Baby Rudy and her parents are troopers! Roxi and I are sending our love. It’s a good thing when Roxi digests food it doesn’t have time to get lodged anywhere as it passes straight through to her glutes. 🙂

  2. Reminds me of taking ol’ Daphne the Great Dane to the ER with a broken leg. Picture: me with a four week old baby (human, not dog) and a 140 pound immobile dog that needs to get to a doctor. (Side note, dog is bloody and covered in poop. She crapped herself in fear/pain.) Most likely one of the most unforgetable days of my life thus far.

    Glad to hear that Rudy is A-ok!

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