GO Cooper GO!
GO Cooper GO!
I was gone for exactly ninety minutes all day, during which time, my twelve year old diabetic dog decided to open a cupboard he's never bothered with before and pull out the pastry flour, the whole wheat flour, the extra bag of white flour, and the brown sugar (which he had to open a special plastic container to get at), bite holes in all of the bags and tip their contents around the kitchen, except for the brown sugar, which he carried into the living room, as it was a particular bounty. Once in the living room, he apparently ground a good bit of it into the carpeting. I called the emergency vet who told me to go ahead and give him his evening meal and insulin and then watch him for an hour to see if any troubling symptoms appeared. Well, aside from acting a shade more energetic than normal and burping rather loudly once, he seemed fine, once he was convinced he had wormed his way back into my good graces by snuggling up next to me and repeatedly sneaking licks in at my face. He also snuffled the carpeting where I had vacuumed up the brown sugar, flipped over on his back, and had a happy dog roll about in that spot. At this point, I'm assuming he didn't ingest enough sugar to do himself any actual damage, but I don't think he needs to rub it into his fur either.
So now all the sugar-related baking goods are on a high shelf above the counter and the mixing bowls are in the lower cupboard where the sugars have always been. I'll get the flours (or what's left of them) up there tomorrow, once I have time to rearrange the rest of the dishes.
It's easy to check a cat or dog's blood sugar, and super important in a situation like this. You can use the same blood glucose monitor a human would use, and they're very cheap at the drugs stores. It's the test strips that can mount up the cost. Like humans, much better to follow blood glucose levels yourself rather than give a set amount each day or at each meal. The values taken at the vets often aren't very accurate, especially if the animal is feeling stressed from going to the vets.
I liked the burp part!
As for his age, since he was diagnosed as diabetic a year ago, and his diet started being strictly controlled, he's taught himself to open cupboards, my purse, my briefcase, and the refrigerator, which now has a toddler lock. Prior to the lock, he would open it while I was gone and feast, but selectively. Things like fresh mushrooms would be tossed to the floor. But the block of extra sharp aged Welsh cheddar cheese? Yum. Elk stroganoff? Yes, please. The bagel sandwich I was saving to eat after choir practice, because I didn't have time to eat prior to rehearsal? Burp. By the time I got home, all that was left of said sandwich was about a quarter-sized piece of bagel and three slices of cucumber, which he apparently didn't find appealing. And yet in spite of all that, his insulin intake has actually gone done to the lowest level for a dog his size, and he's never suffered any ill consequences from any of it.
By the way, he weighs about sixteen pounds. This is not some huge dog who can easily reach things. He has to work at it. But I suspected such abilities from the beginning. I brought him home at six months, and at that age, I caught him stacking pillows in a chair and climbing said stack in an attempt to reach a candy dish on top of the entertainment center. I knew he wasn't going to be able to get high enough to reach the dish that way, but it did indicate a certain cleverness and determination that does not always bode well for obedience. Meant he was quick to learn--which he is--but that what he learns isn't always limited to just what he's taught nor is it always something you'd prefer he learn.