Chris was taking Moose outside to use the restroom around 10pm when something moved a few feet away in the darkness of a nearby tree. Moose saw the movement and like any curious dog, he went towards it. Not two seconds later, Moose was mid-air jumping backwards.
Chris quickly realized the unknown movement was a snake. He brought Moose in the house thinking Moose had escaped the wrath of the snake. Chris and I grabbed a flashlight and garden hoe and headed back outside towards the snake. Once we both got a good look at the snake we were immediately able to identify it as a copperhead, a common venomous snake in our area of Georgia. Chris hacked away at the little monster so that he wouldn’t harm us or Moose.
We then went back inside to comfort Moose after his big scare. It was while I was kissing his cute face that I noticed two small dots on his nose. Fang marks!
Once we realized Moose had indeed been bitten by the copperhead we did a little freaking out (okay, I did the panicky screaming and crying while Chris remained calm and collected).
We looked online for what to do but we weren’t getting answers fast enough so I called my mom knowing she would offer the right advice. She said she was pretty sure we needed to get Moose to an emergency vet ASAP, but that I should call my brother to double check. Another teary phone call later and I was somehow able to explain to my brother what had happened. His first response, leave right now and get him to the vet.
Chris found an emergency vet nearby and called to let them know we were on our way. We loaded up in the car and Chris drove us as fast yet as safely as possible to the vet.
I was freaking out during the entire drive – petting my sweet pup, praying for his health, telling Chris I was so scared and telling him to step on that gas pedal.
Once we got to the vet they almost immediately took him away to a back room. All of the fear was still running through me like crazy but at that moment we just had to sit and try to wait patiently. Not an easy task.
A little while later we were taken to a room where a veterinarian came in to explain Moose’s pending situation. Right away she started listing only bad scenarios. On the inside I was scared but deep down I also had a feeling that our Mooser would be okay. Then the vet briefly mentioned that most dogs, especially Moose’s size (he’s about 85 pounds) wind up surviving. But like I said, she only mentioned this and she seemed way more focused on the detrimental possibilities.
She told us there were numerous tests that needed to be run overnight and into the morning on Moose, to make sure he wasn’t suffering any of the negative side effects of the venom.
We then got a few moments to see Moose before leaving him overnight with the vet. We tried to comfort him but he was nervously panting. Stay strong Moose, we love you!
It was weird going home to an empty house and even more weird waking up this morning without my little buddy glued to my side as I got ready for work.
We called the vet to get an update and we got word that Moose was doing “very well” – the best news I could have hoped for! Around 11am Chris was finally contacted that Moose could go home.
I couldn’t wait to get home from work today to give this guy a big ole hug and lots of kisses.
Chris and I are extremely thankful that our baby Moose is just fine (despite the insane vet bill!). We love our little family so much and are beyond grateful to all be sitting on the couch together again.
I think Moose is also thankful to be back in his home after a long and scary night at the vet.
And thank you to everyone who reached out in concern for Moose, it means a lot to us.