This is a Bufo Marinus:
This is a Yorkshire Terrier:
If you live in South Florida, and if it happens to have been raining for days on end, and, if you happen to need to go out to the yard at night for a minute, make sure your Yorkie does not sneak in between your legs and squeeze through the back door as you open it. Because if Yorkie meets Bufo, Yorkie loses and you end up spending the night – if you’re lucky – at the vet hospital with a very sick dog.
We had that happen to us last night. Duke, aka The Dukester, aka The Dukester Makookster, aka Makookster, aka Maku, aka Maku Maku, aka Moko, aka Moco Moco, aka the Mokes, aka MY Mokes had a run in with a bufo last night. He came back into the house and after about 10 seconds started acting all funny. I knew immediately what it was.
I quickly tried to wash away the toxins from his little face but it was too late. Once it’s in his mouth or gums or tongue, you dont really have much time to act. The hysterically crying Mrs and I grabbed My Mokes and hauled his tiny, seizing behind to Knowles Animal Hospital about 4 blocks away. As I pulled into the parking lot the Mokester stopped breathing. My wife – bless her – grabbed his little wet snout and blew into his mouth – a little doggy mouth to mouth – and he started breathing again.
She rushed him into the vet’s and they acted so quickly that by the time I had walked in the door My Mokes was already on the operating table getting treated. There is no anti-toxin or anti-venom for the Bufo Marinus so they gave him Valium to calm the seizures, washed his little mouth out thoroughly and put him on oxygen and an IV drip.
It was touch and go for a few hours as there were concerns the toxins had reached his little heart. But the good Doctors and folks at Knowles stabilized him and took really good care of My Mokes.
Woke up early this morning and went to check on him. Poor little guy was really weak and already off the operating table and in his own private cage. He was asleep but the minute he heard my voice his little ears perked up and as soon as I approached him he struggled to get up, and made his wobbly way to me. I pasted my face on the cage door and My Mokes licked my nose.
Later this morning they’re gonna make sure he can eat, make sure the fever’s gone and that his little ticker is ok.
This afternoon, when I get home from work, Im gonna kill me some frogs.