One of the dogs puked in our bed last night. Twice. We just don’t KNOW for sure if it was Peanut — I suspect it was. I really think if either of the weenies were to puke (as has been the case on rare occasion), they would have jumped down off the bed to do the deed. And the fact that Peanut couldn’t do that… Yeah, I think it was probably Peanut.
Related: Lots of laundry today.
THEN, I came downstairs this morning to find MORE PUKE on the dining room floor. Now I KNOW that couldn’t have been Peanut. WTF? So… was it Bailey (both in the bed and then she came downstairs and continued the deed?) Or different animals, such as possibly Mojo? IDK.
When we finally sleep after dealing with stress, we apparently sleep hard.
It hasn’t been a good day.
While I was taking my shower this morning, I could hear Peanut whining downstairs (normally she and Bailey come upstairs to hang out with me while I shower, dress, do makeup, etc.). I kept sending her words of encouragement over the rail: “I’ll be right down! You’re doing just fine!” When I headed back downstairs, I discovered she’d drug herself to the base of the staircase — and left a trail of poop. (Even though I’d taken her outside in my night-shirt just before heading up for my shower). PLUS, she’d peed in her doggy bed. In spite of the discouragement about dealing with all of that, I was also encouraged that at least her digestive system was working. (Bad sign if it doesn’t with spinal injuries). AND, I think she was fully aware of her “need,” hence her whining/distress.
So, I took her to the vet this afternoon. She is now on a regimen of heavy-duty steroids and muscle relaxants. The doc said that *if* this works, we should start to see some improvement within 3-4 days. There is hope that it will work — the doc did a “pain test” on her hind paws, using the pinching handle part of a pair of nail clippers to squeeze a toe on each paw to see if she reacted. She definitely did on one side; the other side, not so much (too much numbness).
Our fingers (and paws) are tightly crossed because if this does not work, the only other option is $5,000 - $7,000 worth of surgery. Which, you know, is really not an option.
(Only rich people can afford to save their pets in dire circumstances).
Another sad story: When I took Peanut to the vet, I left Bailey home alone, knowing that John would be home from work within an hour or so. When I returned home with Peanut, John said that Bailey had been totally bereft — howling like a hound dog (that she is) over and over and over again, snout pointed to the sky, all forlorn and eyes locked on the front door, waiting for Peanut’s return. She really worked herself into a lather, just over-the-top with worry and grief. The next person who says that dogs don’t feel emotion will get a boot kick from me.
Peanut is currently resting comfortably, and maybe a leeetle “high” on muscle relaxants (which is a good thing):
Note: Doggy bed shredded over time by Mojo!
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