OMG...Almost Dead Dog

Hazel almost died today.

She loves those rawhide bones, especially when they get really small, the size of her trachea.

Brandon got home and asked me what she was chewing on. He couldn't tell what it was because it was so small. I said, "A small piece of her bone." So he walks over to her and says, "Give it to me. Ahhh, she swallowed it." This happens a lot.

But this time it was different. She started gagging trying to get it out of her throat. We quickly realized that she couldn't breathe.

Brandon pried open her mouth and tried to get the bone out, but it was really stuck in there.

All I can think to do is pound her on the back of the head. (How do you pat a dog on the back if they are choking, anyway?) But that didn't work. Brandon tells me to stop.

He asks me to help by holding open her mouth, and all I can say is, "I'm afraid she'll bite me." But I don't want to stick my finger in her mouth either.

I do need to help, so I begin walking in circles looking for the phone. I yell out frantically, "Where is the phone?!?" I suggest Brandon try to do the Doggie Heimlich, but I'm not sure how to do that one either.

Brandon tilts Hazel upside down and she gags again and the bone falls out of her mouth.

He goes off to wash his hands, and Hazel finds her ball as if she didn't almost die.

Brandon comes back and asks, "Who were you gonna call?" I reply, "I don't know. 911?"