ded of tired
All right, so I posted a nice little entry this morning about my hungover-ness. What I did not post about (well, I'm posting NOW) is what happened not long after I posted about the hangover.
Picture it: 8:30 am, after a night of liquid overindulgence. The dog has been taken out for potty and fed. The usual routine that follows is that everyone then sleeps till about 10 or so, and then Darwin nudges or licks one of us or jumps on the bed or SOMETHING. But no, an hour after being fed, he jumped on the bed. I muttered at him to lay down, and he did. For about fifteen seconds. Then he popped up and jumped off the bed and... just started acting really weird. He would lay down, and the jump up and dart forward, like something startled him. He, quite literally, could not relax.
So, I was mildly concerned at this point and phoned the 24 hr. emergency vet. They said it didn't sound like anything to get too worried about, but to keep an eye on him and possibly bring him in to his regular vet on Monday. I thanked them and hung up, and then was giving Darwin a little bit of a pat-down when realized something really disturbing.
He didn't like me touching his stomach. In fact, when I pressed lightly against his tummy, he arched his back like a cat and scrambled to get away from me.
So I called the ER vet back, told them that, and they were like, "Yes, you should probably bring him in then." Because Darwin's got a barrel-chest, it increases the possibility for bloat, which was what we were both afraid of.
An hour and a prohibitively expensive office visit later, we discovered Darwin was having gas pains.
What the hell, dog.
He's been pretty stressed all day, and it wasn't until about 4 pm or so that he started to unwind and was able to relax long enough to fall asleep. Tora and I have been awake (but exhausted), keeping an eye on him to make sure he doesn't start showing the symptoms of bloat.
I am. So. Tired.
Picture it: 8:30 am, after a night of liquid overindulgence. The dog has been taken out for potty and fed. The usual routine that follows is that everyone then sleeps till about 10 or so, and then Darwin nudges or licks one of us or jumps on the bed or SOMETHING. But no, an hour after being fed, he jumped on the bed. I muttered at him to lay down, and he did. For about fifteen seconds. Then he popped up and jumped off the bed and... just started acting really weird. He would lay down, and the jump up and dart forward, like something startled him. He, quite literally, could not relax.
So, I was mildly concerned at this point and phoned the 24 hr. emergency vet. They said it didn't sound like anything to get too worried about, but to keep an eye on him and possibly bring him in to his regular vet on Monday. I thanked them and hung up, and then was giving Darwin a little bit of a pat-down when realized something really disturbing.
He didn't like me touching his stomach. In fact, when I pressed lightly against his tummy, he arched his back like a cat and scrambled to get away from me.
So I called the ER vet back, told them that, and they were like, "Yes, you should probably bring him in then." Because Darwin's got a barrel-chest, it increases the possibility for bloat, which was what we were both afraid of.
An hour and a prohibitively expensive office visit later, we discovered Darwin was having gas pains.
What the hell, dog.
He's been pretty stressed all day, and it wasn't until about 4 pm or so that he started to unwind and was able to relax long enough to fall asleep. Tora and I have been awake (but exhausted), keeping an eye on him to make sure he doesn't start showing the symptoms of bloat.
I am. So. Tired.