Mama, I don't feel so good...
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Good Morning All;
We have been so darn busy- (between you and I, I much prefer it this way).
Save for the pup that is...
2 mornings ago, I was woken by her at 1:45am-
She was begging to go out. "OK kid, but just this once" hehehe
Out she went. (And I was up for the day).
This scene repeated itself any number of times that morning- And she didn't care to come back in either. By now, everyone knows that when a dog acts out of character, there is something that needs to be paid attention to.
She demanded to be fed. Too early for that.
But then I remembered that there are times that I want to be fed between meals too.
Soooo, she had an early breakfast-
Then back outside.
She came in to nap.
Casey came out, not feeling too well herself; and noticed the light pink blood on Punks backside. Pink, but definitely blood. This freaked me out, knowing that it was only a year ago in February that we lost Miss Milly (also bleeding, but profusely) from her cancers.
As I recited Doc Spires phone number by heart, Casey made the call.
We needed a clean-catch urine -kinda rough to obtain from a dog. {Think "difficult, but not impossible"}
With Casey's small animal vet background, we were able to get that from Miss Punk, (a tablespoon or so at a time). A little urine, lots of obvious blood, and some small clots too.
We were scared.
And off to see the vet...
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This little guy even tried to come along... hehehe
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Dr. Spires trying to evoke a pain reflex from Punk as he checked her kidneys.
(Not sure if Casey was singing or what)?!? hehehe
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The urinalysis would not be ready until the next morning. (A long wait).
So no medication until they absolutely knew what they were treating.
Punk was fine with that as we talked to the office lady before leaving.
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In the meantime to offer lots of water.
'Leading horses to water' came to mind. But no!. we have ways...
I just put a little kids canned spaghetti in the water dish, (it sinks); and viola!, we have no problems getting this pup to drink 2 or 3 gallons of water a day!
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As it turns out, Punk has her own UTI.
Given the fact that this is an e~coli infection, she is on antibiotics for 3 weeks.
All this from a sore shoulder, she could not 'reach' to clean herself properly, and the e~coli just happily crawled where it shouldn't have been.
Dogs are, as a rule, immune to e~coli and salmonella through ingestion of bad food.
And yes, I clean her furry bottom twice a day now.
On the wall at the vets was this handy chart.
This, just to blow away all those claims of one dog year equaling seven human years.
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Punk is already 38.
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Please don't think that the dog is on her last leg though. She always has energy to play a bit.
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She even tried to keep her favorite ball away from the indomitable CocoBeans.
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Keep away didn't work...
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hehehe
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She also had more than enough energy to try a few dance moves with Mr. Miller.
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Then, there are always her somersaults...
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Oh! Why is the world spinning????
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Ooooooh--- Make it stop!!!
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Sputty had a new friend!
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..... (But then he ate him)! .
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For right now my little Punk is still a bit tired...
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Dreaming of better days, and healing.
I did get most of the lawns mowed on Tuesday. What a pain that was! (No, really)..
Punk has exactly one more hour to sleep. She cries in her sleep sometimes and breaks my heart. Casey has an appointment at 7:30 and I'd best get a move on it if I am to shower and get her there in time.
Love to all
XOXO
Me
