An update on the Buggles

It’s been one hell of a week. One week ago today (in 5 hours actually), Jamie was hosing off the dog and we were on our way to the vet’s office. It seems like much longer than that.

I got a call a bit ago from our vet who stated that Buggles is able to come home today, we need to watch her and make sure nothing else happens. If she reacts like she did last week, then we will know it is something in the house and needs to be fixed immediately. But, she’s been okayed to come home this evening, they’ve typed up an extensively detailed list of what they’ve been doing with her medication (we now have a pill grinder and are ready for it). She’ll be sleeping in our room tonight  since we don’t want to stress her out too much and the other three monsters  will undoubtedly cause stress to her.

She’s getting a bath while at the vet’s so she either still smells funny or she smells like dog vomit, blood, and antiseptic all mixed into one ball of white bouncy fur. From what we understand, she’s been ready to come home since Friday (she had to stay over the weekend for observation).

They cannot find a cause as to why this happened, there’s a chance it’s simply one of those “One Time Things That Happen”  but there’s also a chance that she’s allergic to something in her food (we’ll be testing that theory out as well). She tested negative for Addison’s (both primary/atypical and secondary) so that’s great. Or she could simply have high blood pressure.

It’ll be good to have her home.

 

–edit to add:

Hmm, looks like I never updated with the last bout of vomiting.

After I gave a decent update, we called the vet’s office and asked if they wanted Bug in since she was puking blood again.

Y’know, in a way, it’s kind of funny. Someone wigs out because dog/cat/family member is puking blood and usually when they do it, it’s either a few little teeny drops or a small streak. (Puking any blood at all is freaky and needs to be looked into) But no, when Bug does it, she really does it. The last vomit episode was a nice bright red puddle with a couple teeny clots in it that was about a 2 1/2 ft circular range in front of her crate.  Yep, when Bug does something, she really does it.

We took her back to the vet and they decided to test for Addison’s disease (which is an adrenal disease) and we came to the conclusion that if she does not get any better, then we’ll have to say our goodbyes to her. We don’t want her to suffer more than she has to, and she was given a crap hand before she came into our lives.

It was preferred that she stay at the vet’s office so they could watch her in case anything else happened and she’s been slowly getting better.

The Beast, review

The Beast
RL Stine

Two kids, Ashley and James, spend their day at King’s Island, an amusement park  that have some pretty badass roller coasters (King’s Island is an actual amusement park, located in Ohio).  They ride this surprisingly long roller coaster called “The Beast,” somehow get split up from one another and manage to get locked in the amusement park. Instead of going to a managerial building or finding one of the security guards, they decide to “look into” a ghost story they heard while in line for The Beast.

A couple of teenagers told these kids (pre-teens) that a ghost rides The Beast after the park closes. They meet this old guy who tells them that he tests the ride every night after the park closes and offers to let them have their very own ride. They somehow get transported back in time to when a different park was on that same property to the night of a terrible tornado that destroyed the park. They attempt to tell people what’s going to happen, but no one believes them and take their newfound friend through some rides since he was too poor to enjoy anything except walk around.

Stuff happens, they have to run from security and find their way back to The Beast, get their new friend to hit a button and two security guys hop into the cart behind them. They’re transported back to their time, the security guys who jumped in with them turned to skeletons then dust, and they’re caught by more security guards, who escort them to the front of the park and call their parents.

It’s a fascinating story, the concept is pretty neat. Since I personally have never been to Kings Island, I just imagined it as a different version of Busch Gardens. There was a couple of things I didn’t care for in the book itself, like the inherent stupidity of Ashley who demands all these different flavors of ice cream when, during that time period, they had a very limited selection. How did the kids go from their 30s style clothing back to their original early 90s clothes? Why did the parents of these kids let them run around without supervision in a large amusement park? For hours. And why the hell didn’t one of the parental figures call the amusement park when the kids failed to call them?

And, what I find highly entertaining, is a voucher for like $4 off for any Paramount amusement park like Kings Island or Kings Dominion (which is much closer to where I am at) for 1994. It was a pretty good story and I found myself wanting to read the second one just to see if it was as good or even better.

Poor Bug

Shortly after I posted the blog entry yesterday, Bug went outside, puked up breakfast and then puked up blood. Called the vet, called Jamie, and we rushed to the vet’s office and were there with 15 minutes to spare before they closed for a meeting.

They kept her under observation, ran a few tests including X-rays just to be on the safe side and make sure there was nothing lodged in the vacuum’s stomach or intestines. The vet couldn’t find anything so now there is a rather…long list of all the possibilities this could be.

It may or may not be HGE. Bug’s problems could be cause by: high blood pressure, kidney failure, (acute) hemophilia, bone marrow problems, some type of cancer, stress, an ulcer, even metal poisoning or something else that hasn’t been thought of yet.

They sent up a blood sample with test requirements/requests up to Virginia Tech to see if they could find anything and we should hear about the results later today. We were okayed to bring her back home and spend time with her and were informed that if she pukes once, don’t bring her in since bringing her in may cause her more stress. But, if she pukes multiple times with blood to call and possibly bring her in. Though, no matter what, call and give updates.

Our vet’s office loves Miss Bug and our vet wants to try to do as much as we can to make sure she’s ok. If she wasn’t so weary of strangers, she would be the perfect pittie ambassador.

A little bit ago, but went into her crate to lay down and stuck her head out to vomit. Jamie walked out of the bedroom, which is where Bug is currently situated, and informed me of this (he can’t do the dog vomit thing; somehow I’ve become mostly immune to the grossness of it). Instead of being able to clean it up right then, I had to wait for her to stop completely. It’s nothing but water and blood since she had just drank water not 10 minutes before.

She laid in her crate while I cleaned it up, Jamie went to work for a little bit but he’s coming back, and I get to wait for the vet’s office to open to let them know and see what would be the best course of action to do. And here, I was really hoping to tell them “she’s doing ok, puked once last night but that’s it.” and to ask if there is an alternative to one of the medications she is on since every time we’ve given it to her, she’s puked it back  up within 10 to 20 minutes.

Bug is now curled up in her crate and does not want to leave it. She’ll roll over in her crate for belly rubs so we get to crawl in and give her belly rubs. She won’t even jump on the bed to lay down.

Oh, Bug

Bug, our 3-legged white pittie, has issues. After we got her, we took her to our vet to get her checked out and get the shots she needed (after we were told numerous times she is up to date on all shots and she wasn’t), and found she has Lyme and ehrlichiosis (our vet pronounces it: “er-lick-ee-yuh”). So she got treated for the diseases and informed that her nub is fine, if it starts hurting her, then we’ll have to round her out (she’s got 3 legs and a nub, which she uses to get our attention and is currently using for balance since she doesn’t have much right now).

We were reassured there will probably be no flare-ups, but if there is, it’ll probably be the Lyme disease during summer months. Then Monday occurred.

Warning: This is going to be really gross.

We got home, put our stuff up and Jamie went to let Izzy out when he opened the door and was greeted by the pungent smell of dog vomit and Bug covered in…stuff from her neck down to her tail. The only parts of her not covered were her back and head. Jamie rushed her out to hose her down and I got a better look. Half of the floor where Bug’s crate is located is covered in vomit, the other half is blood.

So, call the vet’s office, apologize for asking, but ask if we can come in right then or tomorrow since Bug has either vomitted or pooed blood. Receptionist says bring her in now, I let her know as soon as Jamie gets new shoes on, we’ll head that way. Jamie gets a photo of the mess, and off to the vet we go. On our way, Bug pukes up blood 6 times in the back seat. She is immediately taken to the back when we get there, and a while later, our awesome vet comes out to talk with us about if we can think of anything.

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She swallowed a Q-Tip Sunday afternoon (she loves Q-Tips and this is the first time we were unable to get it out of her mouth in time. usually she runs off and chews them before spitting them out) and they all got a treat of 1/4 can of wet food to go with their dinner Sunday evening, but no one else was showing symptoms. This poor dog cannot win; she was in the vet’s office a few months ago with salmonella from a knuckle bone we had given to everyone. Hobbes wouldn’t touch his, Fly puked hers up, and Bug was carted to the vet and we were asked if she had chewed on a live wire because her mouth was messed up.

He goes back to run a few more tests, and after a while, we’re asked to come into one of their patient rooms. Bug has Hemorrhagic gastroenteritis (HGE; link goes to Wikipedia), which has no known cause though could be attributed to something she ate (Bug is a vacuum), stress (the most stress she has is being stared at by the cats), or something like ehrlichiosis. Symptoms start immediately and if not treated the dog could die within 24 hours. He tells us to give him just a couple of minutes, he is calling EVS (Emergency Veterinarian Services) to tell them we are coming from our vet to their office immediately. He also tells us what she has while stating it is the worst case he has ever personally seen and Bug’s blood is basically “like molasses” in her veins.

After he calls, he walks up to the front desk with us, tells them we’re hopefully coming back in the morning with Bug. He tells us not to pay them, but just go to EVS. They hand Bug over to Jamie with a towel wrapped around her, and he carries her to the car and she stays on my lap through the drive to EVS. We have to wait for what seems like forever for the vet on duty to come in and see her, she tells us Bug looks pathetic and leaves to set up a kennel (I am irritated, why didn’t they do that when our vet called them?). Bug is not moving and laying on a cold ass examining table and her chest is slowly turning purple.

Put down the deposit, are reassured we’ll be contacted if anything happens and told we can call whenever we want to check on her. We go home, Jamie applies for Care Credit to help pay for this, I call a few people to borrow a printer and a friend of ours comes by to let us borrow his printer temporarily. By the time he comes, the others are outside, Jamie’s hosing Bug’s crate down, and I am cleaning up Izzy and Hobbes’ mess along with attempting to get all the vomit up. After a while, it looked like just a murder scene due to the coagulation of he blood.

Jamie scrubbed up as much blood as he could, but it’s so bad we’re going to have to rent a floor sander and re-do the entire floor in that room (which we have to do anyway because of the giant paint stain that we found while ripping up the carpet)

We picked Bug up, who was able to walk. The girl who finished with the discharge papers was really excited that they had gotten her to wag overnight so that was a great sign. They also gave us two bags of IV fluid to help her while she was being looked at by our vet. We drove back to our vet’s office, waited for them to open, and gave all the info and stuff that we needed to. Our vet was not there, he would come in later in the morning, so they hooked her back up to an IV and kept an eye on her.

Bug had more blood tests done to make sure her red-blood cell count was decreasing and to make sure she was doing ok. She got to come home at about 5:20 last night and we’ve been armed with special dog food (Science Diet i/d) and 4 different medications; she goes for a checkup to make sure everything’s ok on Monday evening.

She has to be monitored closely, so I had to call into work and tell them I couldn’t work today (I hate that I did it, but we can’t leave her alone today for longer than it takes me to go pee or make coffee). Her crate’s been moved into the bedroom, she’s got a little blanket, and is now curled up in a ball asleep.

Bug’s doing a little better, she’s smiling and rolling over lazily for belly rubs. She drooled and spit out her medicine from last night, and she doesn’t have the best balance right now. Like I mentioned earlier, she’s been using her nub to help keep her balance and she has to slide off our bed when she wants down.

Hopefully Firefly won’t be depressed again today. She just laid around yesterday because Bug wasn’t around and didn’t want to do anything. I hope that in a couple of days we’ll be able to put Bug’s crate back in their room and she can sleep with everyone near her again.

Merle’s Door, review

Merle’s Door: Lessons from a Freethinking Dog
Ted Kerasote
2008

A guy goes out into the desert with some friends to do some rafting and almost hits a dog on their way. The dog is a wiggly dog who becomes very attached to him, so they decide to make this pup their river-dog mascot for the short adventure. After the adventure, the author decides to take the dog home with him to make his (the dog’s) life better.

And stuff happens.

There, I have just summarized a small portion of the book. This is all I can come away with after reading 47 pages, possibly more if the prologue does not have any pages notated for it.

I was under the impression that this was a story about a dog and his man. Man finds a rejected dog and decides to do something awesome and take the dog because he apparently has no owner. But no, that’s just what is used to lure you in so the author can give us all a crash course of Genetics and regurgitate every single paper written on the history of Wolf-to-Dog and every single fucking experiment made on why dogs do this or that that has been notated in the last 200 years.

I don’t want to wade through this. I already know most of this stuff. I want to read a story about a guy and his dog and fun stuff that happens to the dog. I skipped 20 pages to read 3 paragraphs of a dog sliding down a snow-covered hill. Then I had to skip another 6 or so pages to find that the dog (Merle) started to spend his first night in a house.

I am…highly disappointed by this.

The author is a columnist, knows how to write, but also apparently is of the firm belief that we’re all fucking idiots and need to digest genetics and how Canids came to be how they are now. I had a more enlightening conversation with a coworker on ancient civilisations and how the human timeline is off than slowly forcing my way to read more of this.

I’m assuming that the author was riding the wave of Uplifting Animal Stories and there’s great photos in the book, but after 47 pages, I’m ready to either get rid of the book or put it on the shelf and never crack it open again.

Honestly, Larry Levin (the author of Oogy) does a much better job even though he trips up the first couple pages. If you’re interested in reading a really great dog story, I’d suggest Oogy and keep away from this book. I’ve decided I am not going to attempt to continue reading this.