More Travails of Patty
Patty was back in the hospital this week, but now she's back home now. Thought I would save the constant whinging and update at the end.
Monday, she started going downhill again. By nighttime, she wouldn't let me pet or leash her and refused to budge from under the bed to go outside. This had never happened before. Needless to say I rushed to the hospital the next morning and she was admitted. Dr. B explored by the idea of Lyme's Disease (since Patty is from Michigan) but the pain was definitely coming from her abdomen. For a whole day I didn't know what was going on. Dr. B did scans and saw calcified areas in her GI which might be 1) a GI malformation (something we've all been wondering about, or 2) bones. He opted to give her laxatives to see if the spots represented bones that would pass. If they didn't, he was talking surgery to see what they were. Yesterday Dr. B confirmed that the spots had all passed, the scan looks good, so it was indeed bone.
Since there are no bones in my house, she must have gotten them outside. (FYI: there is somebody who lives in a corner unit who throws stuff off the balcony. For Patty to dart, grab and gobble it that fast, it must be pieces of chicken wing bones. Here I am trying to keep her well and some malicious asshole is deliberately tossing bones in the snow.) I will change her walking route away from the Asshole Zone and told Nicole the Walker too. I looked at the scans and there was a lot of bone, so she's probably been gobbling pieces for awhile. Might explain all her recent problems.
This morning I told the building manager and engineer and they are going to officially warn the dog owners, and the tier units overlooking the Asshole Zone. Apparently the manage heard there was also a little Pekingese felled by bones. This kind of shit can kill a small dog. Patty was very lucky.
Meanwhile, Lance is due for his wellness exam. He's on hydrocodone for the horrible coughing and horking and it's really not that effective. But he's still going strong.
Monday, she started going downhill again. By nighttime, she wouldn't let me pet or leash her and refused to budge from under the bed to go outside. This had never happened before. Needless to say I rushed to the hospital the next morning and she was admitted. Dr. B explored by the idea of Lyme's Disease (since Patty is from Michigan) but the pain was definitely coming from her abdomen. For a whole day I didn't know what was going on. Dr. B did scans and saw calcified areas in her GI which might be 1) a GI malformation (something we've all been wondering about, or 2) bones. He opted to give her laxatives to see if the spots represented bones that would pass. If they didn't, he was talking surgery to see what they were. Yesterday Dr. B confirmed that the spots had all passed, the scan looks good, so it was indeed bone.
Since there are no bones in my house, she must have gotten them outside. (FYI: there is somebody who lives in a corner unit who throws stuff off the balcony. For Patty to dart, grab and gobble it that fast, it must be pieces of chicken wing bones. Here I am trying to keep her well and some malicious asshole is deliberately tossing bones in the snow.) I will change her walking route away from the Asshole Zone and told Nicole the Walker too. I looked at the scans and there was a lot of bone, so she's probably been gobbling pieces for awhile. Might explain all her recent problems.
This morning I told the building manager and engineer and they are going to officially warn the dog owners, and the tier units overlooking the Asshole Zone. Apparently the manage heard there was also a little Pekingese felled by bones. This kind of shit can kill a small dog. Patty was very lucky.
Meanwhile, Lance is due for his wellness exam. He's on hydrocodone for the horrible coughing and horking and it's really not that effective. But he's still going strong.