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Just for fun, I thought I’d put together a little collage of photos that illustrate Daisy’s opposition to being a Clothes Hound. (Granny, I know you don’t like to see her embarrassed, but it’s just so cute!! 😉 )
What kind of a home have I gotten into, anyway???
If she could, she’d probably carry a big sign reading, “I’m a HAVACHON, not a clothes HOUND”!
Not a hat hound, eh? How about a costume instead?
I was so happy that my pal Snoopy said I could join their Monday Mischief Blog Hop, even though this post isn’t about my mischief-making! Here’s the button:
I hesitated when posting this because of the obvious mess on our sofa. But then I thought, My blog buddies are great, they won’t tell the rest of the world. LOL 😉
I threw caution – and embarrassment – to the wind and decided to share this funny photo with you all….with an explanation.
We don’t usually look like this. No, really.
But we do cover the sofa with a sheet when no one’s coming over to protect the fabric from Daisy’s nails (that big light green thing). On this chilly Saturday, we were lounging around with throws and pillows everywhere. That’s the mess you see.
We had no intention of documenting our mess in pictures until we left the room and came back to find little Miss Daisy on TOP of the sofa, where she’s never tried to go before.
Why would she jump up there, you might ask? Because her favorite fake fur blanket was up there, of course! And we all know how much she LOVES piles of pillows and blankets!
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And now for Daisy’s tale of mischief…. This photo was taken when Daisy was several months old. She wasn’t allowed up on the raised brick fireplace hearth, but she made the leap when we weren’t looking – then couldn’t figure out how to get down.
When did Daisy watch an old Mae West movie? (We’re really into old black-and-white movies!)
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WARNING: Don’t read this if you gross out easily!
We had a fun-packed weekend planned. Friday night was a a great start to the weekend UNTIL…
“Mom, Daisy has diarrhea!”
DD discovered Daisy’s “Hershey squirts” that evening, but we figured it was just one of those “Havachon things”. Soft stools occasionally come with our pup’s sensitive tummy.
But then it happened again.
And it became much worse than just “soft stools”.
To the internet I flew for information. “Diarrhea in dogs” is what I googled. All the medical sites were the same: “every dog gets it, stop feeding the dog for 24 hours, it usually passes in two days’ time. Call the vet immediately if you see blood.”
Whew, we collectively sighed. No blood. Nothing major to worry about.
Until 11:30 that night, that is, when Daisy began whining urgently and I discovered bloody diarrhea in her crate.
I picked her up; she was trembling. Which made me start trembling. “Blood!” I called out, sounding the medical emergency alarm.
I brought Daisy into the family room and covered the entire floor with multiple layers of old sheets we save for painting. We had wee-wee pads out too, but I wasn’t taking any chances. I wanted all the bases covered, so to speak.
Thank goodness for foresight. Poor little Daisy tried to limit herself to the wee-wee pads, but she just couldn’t make it there every time. I stayed up all night with her, cleaning up her explosions and cleaning blood off her little pink bottom after every bout she had.
By 2:oo AM splatters of wet blood had replaced diarrhea, for the most part. Why do these things ALWAYS have to happen in the middle of the night???
It was happening about every 1-1/2 hours. In between bouts, Daisy napped on and off, but I couldn’t. I kept the “Mother’s Vigil” going, making sure she was breathing and not showing any other signs of distress. I really wanted her to be treated by our own vet because after that terrible experience with Bad Vet who almost killed her when she was only 2 months old, I didn’t want to take her to the 24-hour emergency hospital unless it was absolutely necessary. I decided the tipping point would be if blood ran from her backside or if she started going more frequently.
Fortunately, neither of those happened. All night I tried to think of what she could have ingested that could be tearing up her intestines.
I called the vet the minute they opened at 9:00 Saturday morning. They squeezed us in at 10:45, which felt like an eternity, but I certainly appreciated getting the appointment on his busiest day of the week. After a thorough examination and loads of questions, our wonderful vet diagnosed her with “Garbagitis”, a term vets apparently use when a dog has ingested bacteria that causes diarrhea. He said it could come from anything she may have licked, inside or outside. And apparently some small dogs’ insides bleed easily, and that’s all it was – nothing was tearing her up, it was just a reaction to the bacterial irritant.
Daisy slept all of Saturday and all of Saturday night, except for a few more bouts of bloody diarrhea, which the vet said to expect. They came much, much farther apart, though.
On Sunday, Daisy started taking an interest in her toys again and wanted to play like her old self! It was like someone flipped a switch and brought our Daisy back to us. We were thrilled!
I’m happy to report that as of this morning (Monday), Daisy has been “garbagitis-free” for an entire day (or, as DD says, she’s a “poopless puppy” LOL). No problems Sunday and none as of this morning. She couldn’t be given any food until Sunday night (48 hours without a bite, but she didn’t care), only a little water. Now she’s on a diet of 1/2 jar of beef baby food and 1/2 jar of rice. We slowly start adding a tablespoon of her dog food to that mixture tomorrow and keep giving her the pills. By the end of this week, she should be back to her normal diet and finished with the pills.
Needless to say, our fun-filled weekend didn’t quite go the way we had expected. But that doesn’t matter as long as our little one is back to her normal, silly little self! 😀