Everything is funny as long as it is happening to somebody else.
Last week added to my list of “why I’m really not looking forward to being apart from Huzzy” reasons.
Wednesday night I came home from work and noticed that Huzzy was not yet home. He had taken our Little Brother (we are a Big Couple through Big Brothers/Big Sisters… if you don’t know about that organization, it’s well worth it to find out and to volunteer) fishing for one of the last times before our match ends when Huzzy leaves for Washington.
I walked into the house and immediate smelled it. It’s a smell that once you have experienced it, you’ll never forget. The smell that reminds me of my youth when the farmers around us–my uncle included–would stir their liquid manure pits. The moment I walked in the door, my first words were “oh, $hit.” Literally.
I dropped everything in my arms to run and see which dog had had an accident and not knowing which I’d prefer to have an accident… one of the two easily-cleanable short-haired Greyhounds who are on not-so-easily cleanable white Berber carpeting or the hard-to-clean white long-haired Great Pyrenees who is in an easily-cleaned crate.
It was the latter. And the crate was filled with the liquid, putrid-smelling stuff. And it was all over his rear and the bottoms of his feet. Some if it had spilled out of the crate onto the aforementioned carpeting and some had gone up the walls a bit. Ugh! I quickly opened the crate and took him outside where he immediately began retching and vomiting yellow bile. And that the same time, more putrid stuff came from his other end. Great. A geyser at both ends.
While he was outside doing that, I attempted to pull the crate into the family room where I could open windows and get some cross-ventilation in the house to try to air it out. I wanted to get it outside, but I also needed to watch the pup to see if the eruptions had ended. They hadn’t. So I called Huzzy and asked him to come home and help.
I attempted to give the pup (well, he’s 14 1/2 months now and 106 pounds, so not quite a pup anymore) two Pepto Bismal pills. He managed to bite my hand very hard (the other two are relatively easy to pill, but he has automatic bite reactions to anything–hands included–going down his throat) three times. One pill made it down but the other pill was spit out on the ground.
By the time Huzzy got home, it had been 20 minutes since he’d had any spewing–I’m sure thanks to the Pepto–but I knew it was just a matter of time until the Pepto stopped working. And I didn’t want to give him much. Huzzy had to check out of his recruiting command the next morning 2 1/2 hours away and I had to be at work early so neither of us had time to take Skah to the vet in the morning. Plus, as bad as he was, I was worried about him getting too dehydrated and getting even more ill.
So we made the decision to take him to the emergency vet (since the regular vet had closed already).
So off to the e-vet we went. I was pretty sure I knew what was wrong with him as both Chase and Lulu had gone through the same thing at the exact same time as one another two years ago. Basically, nothing is wrong but it’s some sort of stomach virus or doggie flu.
The e-vet costs $105 just to walk in the door and get checked out. Any tests, medications, etc are overly-priced extra. Of course, this vet wanted to do all the expensive tests first to make sure nothing was seriously wrong. When Chase and Lulu had what I swear is the same thing, my regular vet (because it happened during the day) said, “They are both young, so I doubt it’s anything serious… let’s just treat it as an infection and if it doesn’t help, then we’ll do the more expensive tests.”
When all his blood work came back negative they pretty much just said that we have a dog with severe nausea and diarrhea. Duh. We knew that. However, they did give him sub-c fluids (fluids under the skin) to re-hydrate him, gave him a strong anti-nausea shot and sent us home with pills and instructions to get some 10mg Pepcid AC over the counter for him.
$423 later, we walked out with the smelly not-so-white-anymore dog. His time at the e-vet cost more than the Great Dane that was in there because the… uh… wrapper on his… uh… manliness… was stuck and had to be pulled back over under anesthesia. Let’s say that while that dog looked really happy when he came in, I’m sure he was much happier once the procedure was over. Yeah, our dog cost more than the much-larger dog who had to be sedated. Lovely.
But wait! The saga isn’t over yet!
Thursday night I was home alone with the pups because Huzzy was at his weekly pool league. Chase, the older Greyhound, started pacing and whining to be let out. So I did. Yup, another one with the Big D. He got some Pepto because I wanted to try to stop the geyser before it started. And it was so easy thanks to the pill popper that I bought at the pet store (yay for my hands not being bitten anymore by the puppy!).
And as I was walking through the house, I smelled it. Yes, that smell again. And so I went in search of it. I found it in the bedroom next to a pair of Huzzy’s uniform shoes… which were splattered a bit in the process. And when I saw it on the floor, I had to shake my head wryly… because it was only half there. The other half had been eaten.
Only one dog could have made that mess there and only one dog could have eaten it since one of my two poo-eaters was still confined to a crate in hopes that the illness wouldn’t spread to the other two. Yup, Chase had deposited it and Lulu had tried to help clean it up. Which meant that if she wasn’t already sick, Lulu was most likely about to get it.
It’s now been three days of chicken-and-rice feedings to the two sickos. As of this morning, they are both on regular food. Lulu–thank God–still hasn’t been sick and I don’t expect her to get it now.
Though I’ve done most of the cooking for the dogs and all of the pilling (my choice as I have more experience and Skah still is a pain to pill and does still try to bite), Huzzy was a huge help in cleanup. He was also the one to get up with the sick dogs the first couple of nights when they needed to go out several times a night. Though I’ve done cleanup on my own before with two dogs, I can’t imagine trying to do it with three. And I hope that it never happens to me while Huzzy is deployed or while we are apart. But I’m sure that’s how it will happen.
Why? ‘Cause it’s the life of a Navy wife.