Hubby and daughter left town on Wed to go househunting in North Carolina. I came home from work on Thurs to find the rottie with a lame front leg. He could barely walk. Didn't eat his dinner or his breakfast the next a.m. So I took him to the vet on Friday, and they wanted to do his annual fecal sample, so I said, "sure." The vet came back and said that his stool was loose and bloody. I had just watched him drop a load in my hostas out front right before we left, and it had looked normal to me. They wanted to xray his gut as well as his leg. Sure! What's an extra 50 bucks good for, if not an xray. So he comes back in, shows me the xray of his leg, which is fine, then shows me his gut, which has a large round metallic object in it. They kept him overnight, gave him an emetic and some food. Nothing came up but food. They let me take him home on Saturday, but I had to give him canned food for GI problems (and of course, the other dogs were insanely jealous), and check his BM's for foreign objects. No BM's...and no foreign objects. 200 bucks at the vet.
In the meantime, I got the Grandbaby on Friday night. Saturday morning, my other daughter came up from Louisville on her way to Cleveland to drop off the grandpuppies. My grandbaby was scratching her head alot, so I had Aunty, who has better eyes than I, check her head. She found nits. UGH!!! So I was left to delouse the poor little thing. 75 bucks on shampoo and delousing combs and sprays and new hairbrushes and combs. Sprayed down the whole house, took all the bedding and clothes to the basement, put in a load, and when I went back down to check it...my basement was full of smoke and the stench of burning rubber. Joy. Packed all the crap up in the car and headed for the laundry mat. 30 bucks to wash and dry clothes! I couldn't believe it! We had dinner at 11:00 that night.
Sunday, Pudge couldn't stand himself up. I had to pick up the front end, hurry around to the back end and pick it up before the front end slid back down. No BM's, no foreign objects. Took the grandbaby down to the creek to play. The new boots she had gotten in April were already too small, started rubbing on her feet, and we climbed back up the hill with lots of tears. OMG. Such a drama queen.
Monday, I hauled Pudge back to the vet. More xrays. And now some bloodwork. Another couple hundred bucks. They'll call me tomorrow. Tuesday evening, bring him in Wednesday. Red bcc is low, white bcc is high, and the radiologist thinks he may have peritonitis on top of a foreign object. So back to the vet on Wednesday. More xrays. An ultrasound. Surgery. Made it through with flying colors. Randy went to see him today. He thinks the foreign object is a computer mouse ball. We haven't had a computer mouse with a ball in it for years!
I have tomorrow and Monday off. Hope this weekend is more restful than last!
Have a great Memorial Day, Gang.
Love and exhausted hugs...
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