Yes, this used to be a watch. A ladies bracelet watch. My Mom's.
And I think it is safe to say that Cesar Millan would tell you that it was all my fault.
I left Rosie alone.
For a couple of days.
It wasn't a continuous couple of days, just long days where she was home alone. It was last Spring ~ March of 2008, to be specific ~ and my cousin and his wife had come from Long Island to visit and see a few Arizona sights.
They flew in late Friday morning and my Mom and I left the house around 10:00 am to pick them up at the airport, after which we took them to lunch, showed them around Phoenix and then took them to their hotel. We went home, let Rosie out, fed her, played with her a few minutes, then left to go out to dinner, returning about 9:00 pm.
On Saturday, we left a little earlier in the morning, about 8:30 am. Rosie had been out, fed, out again, walked and played with. She was left in the kitchen with plenty of water, a huge basketful of toys and a comfy bed. And I left the television playing so that she would have some company. After spending the day in Sedona, we returned home about 8:00 pm to a very happy and very energetic Rosie. She was let out, fed, walked, played with and let out again. So far, so good.
Now for this to all make sense, I should note that while we were in Sedona, I noticed that the clasp on my Mom's watch ~ which she was wearing ~ was coming apart. To keep the watch from getting lost, she put the watch in her purse, in a small plastic bag containing some Chinese coins I had bought at a bead shop at Tlaquepaque in Sedona. Before leaving the house on Sunday, my Mom thought it best to take the watch/bag out of her purse to leave at home, just in case it should get lost somehow. So I took the little plastic bag out of my Mom's purse and put in a basket on the kitchen counter that had always been a very "safe place".
On Sunday morning, we took Gary and Sue to the Farm at South Mountain for breakfast. We left the house at about 9:00 am. It is a beautiful place just south of downtown Phoenix that actually is an organic farm, but also has an art gallery and a couple of restaurants. They do the most wonderful outdoor brunch on the weekends.
(The photo is from the Farm at South Mountain Website.)
I think my mistake was in not knowing that Rosie could have accompanied us to brunch ~ The Farm is very pet-friendly. Oops. I think Rosie knew that.
When we got home about 12:30 pm or so, everything was fine. Rosie was very happy to see us and nothing seemed amiss. I would be picking Sue and Gary up about 4:30 or so to bring them to the house for dinner and a nice visit. While in the kitchen preparing dinner, I noticed what looked like a small piece of glass on the floor by the kitchen table. Because I didn't want Rosie to get into something like that, I picked it up to throw it away. Even before I picked it up, it occurred to me that it looked like a watch crystal... uh oh.
As soon as I looked under and around the table, I began finding things. Not watch parts... just the remainder of a small plastic bag and three Chinese coins. No way... Rosie did NOT eat the watch. It had to be here... only it wasn't. Now you should know that Rosie thought this was all very exciting. If she felt any guilt... remorse... upset stomach... she hid it very well. Her tail was wagging and I know she was really hoping I would get down on the floor to keep looking... and of course, play with her!
Should I take her to the emergency vet? I was still convinced that I would find the watch somewhere... especially since Rosie was bouncing around and having a grand time running around the patio, chasing rocks and playing with Gary and Sue. She ate her regular meal with gusto ~ in fact, she ate it like she hadn't eaten a thing in weeks!
Now, here's the thing... this isn't the first "thing" Rosie's eaten. She's kind of famous at the vet for her "eating habits". Past experience is why I took the precaution of putting two cotton balls and some bread in with her kibble ~ it acts as a binding agent on any sharp things in their stomach. (On a side note, many vets prefer not to do the cotton ball thing anymore, sticking just to bread.)
On Monday morning, still completely unable to find anything resembling a watch or parts, I had to accept that she had actually eaten the watch. A trip to the vet was in order, especially as we had planned to take Gary and Sue to the airport and I didn't want to leave Rosie home alone... just in case. So when the vet opened the doors on Monday morning, there we were, Rosie and me.
Rosie's vet, Dr. Heyn, decided that it would be best to leave Rosie there for a couple of hours so they could do some x-rays to see if the watch was there, and then do what was necessary. She called within an hour to say that "yes, Rosie had swallowed the watch... the parts were all there", and that they were going to give her something to get her to "cough it back up". Now here's something interesting ~ to induce vomiting, Dr. Heyn put a substance in the conjunctive part of Rosie's eye! Bingo bango... here comes the watch... or the parts. The vet kept Rosie for a couple more hours to make sure there weren't any after-effects or problems... the only problem was that Rosie got a little bored being in the operating room by herself and went looking for some entertainment. The roll of paper towel on the wall proved a nice distraction. Fortunately Rosie has a very nice, and very understanding of dog behavior, vet.
Now you should also know that I kind of "staged" the first picture to make it a little less easy to identify. This is everything that was "retrieved" from stomachus Rosius.
To those of you who suggested a "vintage watch", you're correct. My mother had this watch for about 60 years. And for the record, it was an 18k gold Omega watch.
My Mom's a sweetie, she wasn't upset. While she would rather not have lost the watch, her first comment was that she would have been more upset if Rosie had been hurt or needed surgery. She'll tell you now that she doesn't miss it because she couldn't see the numbers anymore anyway, and she much prefers wearing my Dad's old watch anyway. I gave it to her to wear after she lost this one.
Now, about the drawing... Mom pulled a couple of names from this bowl ~
Thank you to everyone who took a guess! I really enjoyed reading your comments ~ especially those that refused to believe that Rosie could possibly be responsible for something like this. .
I have sent e-mails to Sharon/Homestead, Juul, and Kim/Kwilty requesting mailing addresses.
For those of you that didn't win this time... it's a big room and I have a lot of stuff to clean out.