Well we had a little scare here over the weekend. I’ve been making that sourdough bread I told you all about on a weekly basis now.
Recipes often call for the raw dough to sit in a bread bowl on top of the refrigerator to rise. I don’t know why because the top of my refrigerator is not very warm. I found that placing a bread bowl covered by a kitchen towel by a heat duct worked wonders for rising, so that’s what I’ve been doing. Until now.
The Time My Dog Ate Bread Dough
We are at a point now where Lulu has gained a good deal of trust around the house. Our living space remains dog-proofed but she is able to roam, rest where she wants and overall just hang out – and so far she’s done a great job of not getting into trouble. Until she found my bread bowl.
Yes, it’s totally my fault. I should not have had the sourdough bread bowl at her level, nor assumed she wouldn’t get into it. She rang her PoochieBells (a highly-recommended dog housetraining tool!) to go out late Sunday and I noticed the towels on the bread bowl were disheveled. I immediately thought she got into it but was having a difficult time finding evidence. It looked almost like the towel just fell in the bowl, messing up the top of the dough.
About 30 minutes later Lulu started gagging. Then we knew. Unfortunately she hacked right on the middle of our living room rug. Yuck. Then she hacked a second time on a towel we rushed to throw in front of her. After she seemed better I took her out for a walk and she seemed in good spirits. I was worried though because I had read before about the dangers of dogs eating yeast dough. Basically the raw dough can rise inside their bellies, causing bloating, block their digestive track and worse. It’s very serious.
We kept an eye on her the rest of Sunday. She was walking fine but just didn’t have the normal pep in her step she has. Later we noticed her tummy was a little bloated. Then at 4 a.m. morning she woke us up hacking again. This time a false alarm. She went to the bathroom a ton during the 24-hours this took place (I have to assume a side-effect of the dough) but by Monday night she seemed 100% normal again. She ate her California Natural grain-free dog food for dinner and was running around like usual.
I’m so thankful she is OK. While we were prepared to take her to the vet, if needed, I’m glad we didn’t have to. But I did want to write this post as a serious warning to other dog owners. And also as a reminder to myself to not sit the sourdough bread bowl at dog level again, and to keep a much better eye on Lulu – even though she has gained “some” of our trust.