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I'm not to sure I actually want to post this, but am sure I need to at least write it up.
Last night was a very scary night for us.
I took the dogs outside about 9:30 for their evening P&P mission. They both did their business and I brought them back into the house where they proceeded to do the bitey face play. Lynda was in her recliner watching TV.
I had to use the restroom myself so away I went. A moment or two later I hear Lynda screaming from the family room. "Jim hurry. He's stuck. He's crying. Oh hurry he's crying". As quickly as was possible I made my way back to the family room and saw Lynda still in her recliner, but with a panicked look on her face. "Snoopy's stuck under my recliner".
So, down I go to have a look. Sure enough Snoopy had his head wedged between the two sliders that support the chair as it moves forward and backward. Wedged at such an angle I couldn't get him free. He was whimpering, and his muzzle was slick with panicked saliva. I tried my darndest to get him free, but there was no way. I could feel him failing. Finally he went limp.
"He's dead" I said. "He's not moving"
Luckily when he passed out he went limp enough that I was able to slide him backwards and out from between the rails.
His eyes were open and clear, but clearly he was in severe stress. I thought for sure he was dead. So, I gave him some mouth to nose and some CPR and he roused.
It took a minute or two before he was able to stand. He wagged his tail a bit. Lynda was beside herself -- she had moved all of the furniture around the recliner (coffee table, end table and their ex-pen) by herself so that I'd have room to move. "Here's his blanket - take him to the emergency room vet now!" So I wrapped him up and drove the 5 miles to the emergency room. The drive down was uneventful. He was very quiet, and I spoke softly to him. The emergency vet wasn't busy and took him in right away. A few minutes later the vet came out holding him and said that he was going to be just fine and that all of his vital signs were normal, and that there was no trauma to his neck or trachea.
As relief flooded through me I realized just how lucky Snoopy had been, and how dangerous some things can be for these little guys.
I got home about an hour after I'd left and of course Lynda was in tears vowing to through the recliners out and put a couch in instead. We'll see. I don't think that the snoop dog will have any desire to go exploring under them again....
This morning he's behaving as if nothing happened.
Jim and Lynda and Snickers and the new P&P machine Snoopy.