These past three weekends have been Hell on Wheels. In addition, the fun spills into the week.
The last two weeks have been dedicated to Laddie’s digestion. While unsupervised, he ate the insole of John’s shoe. It didn’t want to pass through his gut as fast as dog food would. So he spent a Saturday and most of Sunday in the Emergency Vet Clinic getting barium xrays, IV drugs and fluids, and not eating. He had serious gastritis, but fortunately there was no blockage. We didn’t want to go through that again. (See “Sad News”, November 2005)
Into the next week, it was watch and medicate Laddie. He was on the mend.
Then, he and Sydney decided to eat his doggie bed. The gastritis came back with a vengeance, which meant a weekend of watching and a Monday trip to the vet. Again, no blockage, but there was something funky in his gut — the x-ray showed something that looked like a small Mercedes symbol.
Special diet, more drugs, special fluids … and Laddie poops out a small sea shell three days later. He’s lost about 2 1/2 lbs., which is alot on a puppy that was only 15 lbs. to start. He seems to be back to normal now. I’m still a wreck, but recovering.
So this weekend, fortunately no canine crises. Yet. But there are plenty of crises and bad news all around me. Things I need to help out with, people to support, critters to care for. Everytime the phone rings or someone comes through the door, it’s more bad news. It’s enough to make me want to bury my head in the sand.
I can hope that next week is better. But it’s Holy Week, which means for me running the house solo — John will be busy with church things and rehearsals all week long. Rachel’s 4th birthday is Friday, and I’ve done no prep. I know what I want to get her, but I need to go get it.
So, as far as a blog entry goes, this one is a pretty poor one. Bitch, bitch, bitch. Oh well — better luck next time.