http://www.rheumatoid.org.uk/article.php?article_id=661
good article.After I was divorced I leased a brand new townhouse with off-white carpeting. No sane person with dogs would have very light carpeting, but then, no one ever said I was sane. The town house had 4 levels. The lowest level was a two car garage and HUGE laundry room [uncarpeted, tile flooring].
At the time I had three dogs and on those days when I would be gone more than 4 hours I always worried about an accident happening, even though I walked them outdoors before I left. I decided to put myself at ease and take precautions by having a 3 foot high wrought iron gate custom made that separated the laundry room from the living room. I purposely asked the welder to make sure the vertical bars were no further than 4” apart so that none of my dogs could squeeze through. He did a beautiful job and I felt comfortable leaving the dogs for several hours. They had a big window to look outside of and they had a heated or cooled 16X12 laundry room to play and sleep in while I was gone. Life was good.
One day shortly after the gate was installed I came home and found that somehow Popcorn, my white furry Bichon/mix with apricot years, managed to get his head stuck in the gate. Poor baby - but he wasn’t hurt. After I turned his head and got him out and kissed him to death, I noticed the wall alongside the gate - a hole in the wallboard [sheetrock] that measured about 12” by 12”. Popcorn, my darling neurotic doggie had licked through the wall!
I got our veterinarian’s office on the phone and blabbered that we were on our way to the office - that Popcorn had ingested poison. I stuffed him in the car [and forgot my purse in the process] and fishtailed out of the driveway and drove like a maniac to the vet’s. They were expecting the worst and took us in immediately.
I hurriedly explained what had happened to the vet, who was eyeing Popcorn, who really didn’t look that badly [although I was convinced he was on his deathbed]. Without saying a word the vet left the room. I could only imagine that he was going in the back for stomach pumping equipment or the like. He came back 30 seconds later with the miracle treatment.
A bowl of water.