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4/24/15 Of Rabies Shots and Garter Snakes

Mom, Dad, and Jamie all pitched in to give me a bath last night. Mom bought a special shampoo for white dogs with touchy skin – it has something called, “Argan Oil” in it, and smells like oranges. Anyway, there we all were: me, in the stand-up shower, soaking wet; Mom, kneeling in front, sudsing me up; Dad and Jamie, taking turns with the nozzle; and then everyone chasing me with towels. But not before I got a good shake in, woof!

I wondered why they were making such a fuss. But when they were done I practically glowed in the dark. I was so pleased with my appearance that I didn’t even “Hairy Bullet” around without my collar on. A first!

I overheard Mom telling Dad, “She’s got to look her best tomorrow. She’s going to see Dr. Craig for her s.h.o.t.s.” Now, Mom knows I am a top speller EXCEPT for when she spells the words out loud. So I was a tad bit annoyed with her for being so childish. But I did hear, “Dr. Craig”, and so I went to bed happy. He was probably going to give me a checkup from the last experience I’d had in the kennel.

The morning was bright and we saw this guy out on the lawn:

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He looks big and fearsome, doesn’t he? But I know he’s just a garter snake, completely harmless. We’ve got a whole bunch of them living under the front porch. They come out in the sun to warm themselves. They sound like dried leaves when they slither away. Mom thinks it’s funny when they lie upon the tops of the bushes. Once she said, “Who left this rope here on top of the bush?” But when she reached out to pick it up, said “rope” disappeared quickly!

We walked out and clambered into Zeus. Mom had given me a motion sickness tablet early in the morning, slathered with peanut butter, and so we knew we were in for a comfortable ride.

Mom pulled up to the Oak Forest Animal Clinic in a jiffy. I could hear the low, friendly, tones of Dr. Craig’s voice coming out of Exam Room 2. I whimpered a little as the waiting area filled up with big dogs, one a very large Pit, a male, MUCH bigger than me. But, although I got a little growly, Mom put me between her knees and scolded me quietly that I didn’t need to protect her right now. I kept an eye on this guy, and settled down quickly when I realized he was minding his own business. In a few minutes, I was called into Room 2.

I was delighted to see Dr. Craig and his wonderful assistants. Mom hoisted me up on the scale/table. I had put on 2 pounds (so I was back to my normal weight) since my dehydration issue. Dr. Craig was pleased. They all laughed as my tail was everywhere at once and my kisses were, too. I had a great examination. Dr. Craig gave me 2 shots (so THAT’S  what all the spelling was about!) and a blood test. Everyone praised me and petted me and said how smart and happy I was. Soon we were going home with a bag of heartworm “treats”, flea & tick medication, the all-important “rabies” tag, and a stuffed animal that Mom says isn’t going to last two seconds.

Mom took me out back to go potty and gave me a dog cookie for being good. Mom is so crazy. She talks to me in this little bitty voice and says, “Does my good girl want tookie?” I humor her, though.

Mom told me to lie down and take it easy after my big morning. I had a great nap, and I’m going for a walk in a few minutes. It’s really a very nice day outside. I wonder if the garter snakes are back out?

Woof! Love, Maggie

4/14/15 Update on Maggie’s Condition

Hello, Friends:

Got a phone call this morning from the Big Man himself, Dr. Craig, from Oak Forest Animal Clinic. He called personally to check on me and his patient. I was honored! I explained to him that I was hanging in there, Maggie was sleeping a lot, but wasn’t drinking nearly as much as I would like.

Dr. Craig told me the good news that Maggie’s CBC came back great and all her internal organs were fine and undamaged. Her stool sample was negative for any bad stuff. Dr. Craig told me to continue her medications and fluids and treat her like a baby for the next couple of days. He said the hospital would call me next week to check up on her again, and in the meantime, if I should need to, give him a call.

Maggie did have an accident in the house last night, but under the circumstances, I didn’t even mention it to her. Frankly, I was glad she was eliminating. Maggie slept all evening and is resting as we speak. Her ears are up and her nose is wet. She is giving kisses but not much tail wagging.

I fixed her a light breakfast of strained hamburger, rice, and the chicken “pedialyte”. She ate it well, but is not going after her water bowl. On the doctor’s suggestion, I have tried apple juice/water, Gatorade, and plain water. Zip. I even tried feeding her with a baby bottle. No way was she going for that!

The only time she is drinking is when Jim puts a little peanut butter at the bottom of a bowl and adds a small bit of water to it. Then she will drink. And eat the peanut butter. But only for her human father! I will try “Jim’s trick” later and see if she goes for it. In the meantime, I have bowls of liquid out for her, whatever she chooses.

Thank you SO MUCH to each and every one of you for your thoughts, prayers, good wishes, suggestions, and advice. Both Maggie and I appreciate it. I will keep you updated as the days progress. I am sure she is going to have a lot to write about when she feels better.

Your friend,

Elizabeth

4/13/15 Calling Dr. Craig, Emergency! (Or, the Starved Rock post will have to wait)

Hi, this is Elizabeth, Maggie’s human mom. I am writing this in place of Maggie because she is very, very ill. I know she would want all of you to know about what happened, so the Starved Rock post will have to wait while I update you on her condition.

Maggie mentioned last night that she was “serious” on the way home from boarding. In truth, I was worried about the serious look on her face. She seemed stressed out, and I attributed that to being away from home for the weekend. Maggie did not smile on the way home. Very unusual.

When we got home, Maggie drank a whole bowl of water and lay down. But she couldn’t seem to get comfortable. She let out a couple of hacking, loud coughs that sounded like they hurt, and I began to worry even more. I knew she had been vaccinated against Kennel Cough, but since many viruses can cause it, she could still have picked it up.  Maggie did not look happy. I remarked to Jim that usually she was smiling and her tail going a mile a minute, like a propeller. Again, I had misgivings, but thought perhaps it was a combination of stress and exhaustion. Maggie used the facilities and crawled into bed for the night.

As I lay there, I could hear Maggie’s ragged breathing. She sounded like Darth Vader. She could not sleep and neither could I. Up and down, up and down, around and around the bed she went, trying to make herself comfortable. Finally, she did the unimaginable and lay down on her own bed for a while.

At 12:00 midnight I took her out. Nothing. At 4:00 a.m. I took her out. Nothing. At 6:00 a.m. she let out another cough. She had a bloody stool when she finally went to the bathroom. I called the Vet, Laurel, and Jim. Emergency, Dr. Craig!!! The nice lady at Dr. Craig’s office said to come over pronto, so we did. I brought the bloody stools with.

Maggie showed a few signs of life at going in the car, but when we got to the Vet’s office, she was not active. I cannot stress enough how unusual this is for her. She loves her Dr. Craig and when she sees him, she goes all out. But today, I put her on the table in the examining room and she gave a few kisses, but pretty much just lay there. No tail action.

Dr. Craig came in and frowned. “This dog is down in the dumps! Let’s have a look at her.” He took her temperature. This entailed putting a muzzle on Maggie and inserting a rectal thermometer. It came out bloody. Dr. Craig frowned again. Maggie did not have a temperature, and he palpitated her stomach to feel for any masses. Dr. Craig listened to her heartbeat, and frowned for a third time. He said, “Her heartbeat is 90. What was it last time?” The nurse checked Maggie’s records, and said, “120”. Dr. Craig looked as unhappy as Maggie. He checked Maggie’s eyes, ears, gums (dry and tacky), tongue (dry), nose (warm and dry), and palpitated her stomach again. Finally, he said that Maggie was suffering from severe dehydration and a possible infection in her intestine. He said that she hadn’t been given enough water to drink over the weekend. Dr. Craig and his two assistants gently shooed me out of the examination room so that they could administer IV fluids and antibiotics under the skin. Maggie watched me go without much emotion. She was a shell of her usual self.

I cooled my heels in the waiting room and called Jim. No answer. I called Laurel, and she said she would meet me at the house. Finally, after a long time, the nurse came out and told me I could come back into the room.

I swayed a bit on my feet when I saw my dog, who had three large lumps under her fur. She looked like some kind of camel-dog hybrid. My eyes strayed to the IV bag hanging there. Most of it had been used. Dr. Craig indicated where he had put the fluid (the two large lumps) and the IV antibiotic (the third, smaller lump). He told me he would advise against keeping Maggie overnight at the hospital since she was so stressed. He told me to take her home and baby her. He gave me strict instructions and four prescriptions: two antibiotics, a probiotic/anti-diarrhea, and a box that looked like chicken stock, but was actually canine “pedialyte”. I was to cook Maggie rice, mix it with the canine “pedialyte”, and give as much fluid as possible, including Gatorade if she would take it. Dr. Craig said he would have the fecal results tomorrow, and the hospital staff would be calling me to check on Maggie. I am very, very, grateful to the staff at Oak Forest Animal Clinic and Dr. Craig. They are medical personnel you can believe in, and trust.

We arrived safely home and fifteen minutes later, Laurel came in. She sat with us and talked and kept me sane while I cried, feeling guilty for having left my dog this weekend in the first place. Laurel stayed with us a long time, and I cooked Maggie’s rice, and gave her the fluids and her first round of antibiotics.

Laurel tried to coax Maggie out, but Maggie just lay upon the couch. She told me that Maggie would probably sleep a long time, and that I had done the right thing by taking her to the Vet. I am beyond grateful to Laurel for her dog expertise, her love of Maggie, and her friendship.

Laurel left and Jim, who played “White Knight” this hectic day by taking Jamie to school and rearranging his schedule to pick him up (so I did not have to crate Maggie or leave her alone), soon arrived, with Jamie in tow. Maggie stayed on the couch and did not greet them. Finally, she got up and feebly waved her tail once, then sat down next to her human father, who pet her gently, noticing the red marks on her back (from the IV fluids). Jim had to run back to work. Jamie said, “I heard you had a rough day, girl” and gently caressed Maggie. Maggie soon fell back asleep on the couch.

And…there she stays. She is still there now. She looks so depressed I cannot include a picture.

I thank you all for reading this very long post, and for caring about Maggie. She is, as Laurel said, in a deep sleep now, and since the administration of the fluids, has stopped coughing and breathing roughly. Her nose feels better. I think she is on the mend.

Oh, one final thing. Dr. Craig said I probably should not board Maggie again. Laurel is going to help me find a sitter who, when we have to go out, will stay at the house and look after our dear girl.

Your friend, Elizabeth

2/6/15 Update from Vet’s Visit

Yesterday, Mom and Jamie took me in the late afternoon to see my favorite Vet, Dr. Craig, over at Oak Forest Animal Clinic.

I LOVE going to the Vet! There are always new dogs to see, cats in carriers, many interesting smells, and lots of friendly humans.

One pretty dog that was there – I’ll call her Gingie – had a sad look on her face because she twisted her knee and tore something. Another very hairy dog, I think it was an Afghan, was there for a checkup.  A feisty Chihuahua came in to be boarded over the weekend, and when they went to take him in back, he put out his legs and put on the brakes just like I do when Mom tries to put me in the crate. It was an enjoyable experience to see fellow animals.

I waited my turn and even “sat” between Mom and Jamie. When it was my turn to be called, we went into the little examining room. I found a tuft of hair on the floor (probably from the Afghan) and started to eat it. Mom had a horrified expression on her face! She reached down and wiped the hair out of my mouth and said, “Yucky! Don’t eat that!” Sometimes I like to do stuff like that to Mom, just to keep her on her game.

Mom hoisted me onto the table when the Doctor walked in with his assistant. I immediately recognized him and went wild with joy. While he evaluated the bumps on my back, I tried to crane my neck around to kiss him. Eventually, he relented and let me lick his whole face and hands. Dr. Craig says that I am the happiest dog he ever saw.

Dr. Craig found some scabs mixed in with the bumps. These are from the thorn thicket that I ran through. So, since I have a mild skin infection from that adventure, he prescribed me some antibiotics and told Mom and Jamie to continue to bathe me with the Phyto-Vet shampoo. Then he poured some tickly stuff in my ears because he said they were “a little waxy” and he prescribed this ear wash for me, as well. So I have weekly baths and ear washes to look forward to (not), although I didn’t mind at all when Dr. Craig massaged my ears.

Dr. Craig then gave me a quick checkup and I scored very high. My teeth are good, and heart, muscles, eyes, and everything check out OK. Dr. Craig shook Mom’s hand and then Jamie hustled me out to Zeus while Mom paid the nice lady at the office and got my prescriptions.

Oh, the ride to and from the Vet’s office was uneventful since Mom had coated a motion sickness pill with peanut butter (yum!) and given it to me an hour before we traveled. My stomach is VERY touchy.

So, with nothing seriously wrong and a few baths in my future, I thought I’d post my after-Vet pic:comehither

I feel good! Have a great Saturday!

Woof! Love, Maggie

4/27/14 A Shot In the Butt, Part 2

Between all the painting (which is now thankfully done), re-covering the kitchen chairs, and general weekend havoc, I paid a trip to Dr. W. at Oak Forest Animal Clinic.  It was time for my yearly vaccinations and a physical and dental check-up.

Jamie, Mom and I arrived a little bit early.  We were shown into the exam room and then it was time to wait for the Vet, just like you humans wait for your doctors.

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I was a little nervous but excited.  I didn’t know what to expect.  The door shut and suddenly, I heard a very deep, very loud, WOOF from behind the closed door.  The WOOF!ing kept up.  I heard the doctor talking to this very vocal patient.  I know the dog was big.  I just don’t know how big!  Anyway, when I realized I couldn’t open the door and take a peek, I flopped down on the floor to wait.

Soon the barker left and a short time later, a very nice, good-smelling young lady came into the room and helped Mom lift me onto the table.  I was very affectionate and gave lots of kisses.  Within a couple of minutes Dr. Craig Welbourne came into the room and the exam started.  He exclaimed over my good muscles and teeth.  He tried to take my heart beat with the silver necklace, but I thought he wanted to wrestle and so I played around a bit.  Dr. W. looked at the dent in my side and said it was OK. 

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(You can see the dent a bit in this picture.)

Dr. W. gave me two injections, for Rabies and Distemper, and then came the surprise.  I needed a blood test!  I had never had one.  Dr. W. wrapped a piece of a rubbery band around my foreleg and stuck the needle in.  Jamie said, “You should have seen the look on your face!” It hurt a bit, and I realized in my Pitbull wisdom that it would behoove me to sit very, very, still.  So I did.  Mom was shocked!  She thought I would fight the good Doctor, but I did not.  I got a lot of tasty treats for behaving, and Mom got a little bottle to put a poop sample in the next time I went outside.  Lucky Mom!   I was ready to go home.

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(Can we leave yet?!)

Overall, I had a great visit with the best Vet in the world!  Mom got all the test results back the next day and I am fine from teeth to tail. 

Thank you, Dr. Welbourne and Oak Forest Animal Clinic!  Woof!  Love, Maggie

1/17/14 Another Visit to the Vet

I saw Mom putting on her coat and thought she was going to lock me in the crate.  So I started skulking around, looking up at her through the top of my forehead with my patented “pathetic” look.  But to my surprise, she put my coat on too, and drove me to see Dr. W. at Oak Forest Animal Clinic.  Mom had noticed a slight indentation on my side (well, actually, it looks like someone lobbed a tennis ball at me) and was very worried.  But it turned out to be nothing serious.

When we got to the clinic, I had a good sniff around, and then a nice lady with a big tabby cat in a carrier came in and sat down right next to us.  The lady asked if she could pet me, and I licked her hand.  I looked in the carrier, but didn’t say anything to the tabby.

Pretty soon, we were in the little room with the big table.  Mom says the big table is also a scale, but I have never seen any numbers.  Up I went onto the table and shortly thereafter devoted all my attention to trying to jump off.  Mom wouldn’t let me.  Then Dr. W. came in with his cheerful assistant. I stood right up and wagged my tail around and around like a propeller.  Unfortunately, Mom was standing directly behind me at this point, and she got her nose beat pretty bad.  Thwap!  Thwap!  Thwap!

Dr. W. and his helper spent a very long time with me.  He checked me carefully all over, including ears, eyes, nose, and teeth.  He rubbed and pressed on the little dent in my side, but it didn’t hurt a bit.  The doctor even checked between my toes and rubbed the pads of my feet.  He pinched little pieces of my fur and looked carefully at my skin.  I got all excited and wound up by this “play” behavior.  Dr. W. said I have one speed – fast.

Finally, he said that he thought I had sustained some sort of injury by bumping into something, either in play or by my Hairy Bullet behavior outside, and that caused the dent, which might fill in.  “We’ll keep an eye on it,” he said. 

Dr. W. also said he had never seen a dog with such great muscle tone, and gave me a “100%” for heart, breathing, weight, appearance, in short – he said I was a beautiful dog in perfect health (except for seasonal allergies!)

I’m very happy that I’m such a healthy dog!  Now…for some Hairy Bulleting around!  Woof!  Love, Maggie