I feel like pounded dog poo after the last 24 hours. About this time yesterday, Fletch started puking his guts out. I mean great gobs of undigested food he had eaten five hours before, and then huge piles of some kind of gelatinous bile. After the puking episodes (and the cleaning up of said puke), he laid down and slept for an hour or so. Then he was up again wanting outside where he'd eat grass and then come inside and puke it up with more wads of thick goo. That went on for between one and two hours, then he settled in again and slept on a bed of blankets I had made for him that had a warm heating pad underneath. We all turned in for a good night's sleep...
Until about 1:00 a.m. when I woke up and noticed a motion light was on in the bathroom. I thought that was strange. I laid there and watched it go off and then on again. That's when I knew one of the dogs had to be up wandering the house. It was Fletch. He was sick again. Puking, wanting out, and then just standing there in the backyard trembling and acting weirdly.
He was panting and pacing and trembling and curling up into a ball like his stomach was really hurting him. It was awful to watch. We were both sure this was it and he was dying of some kind of intestinal blockage. Maybe he ate one of the Christmas decorations we had gotten out over the last couple of days? We had no way of knowing, we just knew it was bad.
We tried to comfort him over the next four hours. It was awful watching him suffer like that. I bawled and held him and rubbed his stomach. I washed his face with a warm washcloth. I did everything I could think of to help him get comfortable. I cried some more. Finally, at around 4:30 he went to sleep and slept until 8:30.
He seemed to be better. He wasn't acting like he was in pain anymore or throwing up, but he hadn't eaten since the day before around 1:30 either. I was afraid if we didn't have him looked at, he'd get sick all over again when he ate, and the vet would be closed for the weekend. There was no way I could watch him suffer like that again, and especially not all weekend. We called the closest vet who is located in Colville. They said to bring him in and drop him off and they'd work him in when they could and give us a call. So that's what we did.
We dropped him off, went to Walmart, ate at Subway, drank coffee, and sat in the parking lot doing crosswords and napping while we waited for them to call. It's too far to drive home and then have to turn around again and drive back.
Here he is on the way to the vet.
The vet finally called about two and a half hours after we dropped him off. Nothing showed up on the x-rays that looked like a blockage, thank goodness, but he did have a fever. After a battery of tests and questions, the vet finally determined that he was probably sick from eating turkey poop! That's right, turkey poop! Those damn turkeys! They don't come into the fenced back yard very often, but we had noticed one inside the fence two or three days prior. Apparently turkey poop can make a dog very sick. Who knew? I guess they see it frequently there at the vet with the number of wild turkeys running around here.
They're sending his x-rays off for a radiologist to review and make an official determination that there's nothing in his intestines causing a problem. They'll call us and let us know what he says. In the meantime, he only gets 1/3 cup of rice mixed with cottage cheese 3 times a day for the next two days. He got two injections -- one to settle his tummy and one antibiotic -- and we start him on an oral antibiotic in the morning.
We bought him a toy for being such a good boy at the doctor.
WHAT? Our dogs aren't spoiled at all!
I gave him his rice and cottage cheese, and so far he's holding it down.
He's still very lethargic and doing nothing but sleeping.
Can you tell how boring my life is that I can make a long post like this about my sick dog? Anyway...much ado about nothing. He's only sick from turkey poop. All that angst and crying and being a drama queen for nothing. Me, not Fletch. He's fine. (Although Ken didn't get outwardly upset and cry like I did, he thought it was the end for Fletch last night too. It wasn't just me being dramatic! Neither of us have ever seen a dog in such distress, and we've had a LOT of dogs.) We should all sleep well tonight.
Before it went to hell yesterday, I made some goodies...
Melted white Almond Bark with crushed red and green mint candy canes.
Some mixed into the chocolate and some scattered across the top.
It's so easy and good...and it makes a pretty gift too.
That's what I'm doing with most of this.
I made two Boston Cream Pies!
Oh my goodness, so yummy.
It's an easy-peasy recipe I got out of Mama Dip's recipe book and altered slightly.
Easy Boston Cream Pie
(Makes 2 cakes)
1 white cake mix
Vanilla Cream Filling:
2 boxes of Instant Vanilla Pudding Mix (3.4 oz each)
3 1/2 cups milk
2 cups powdered sugar
1 Tbsp unsweetened cocoa powder
3 Tbsp butter, melted
2-3 Tbsp milk
Make cake according to directions on box (using whole eggs, not just egg whites). Bake in two 8" round cake pans. Cool completely.
While the cake is baking, mix both boxes of pudding mix with 3 1/2 cups of milk. Stir with a whisk for 2 minutes then refrigerate until the cakes are completely cool.
Once cakes are cool, split each round lengthwise in half. Spread 1/2 of pudding mixture on one cake half and top with the other cake half. Repeat for second cake.
Mix glaze ingredients and heat in the microwave approximately one minute until it's of pouring consistency. Pour half of the glaze over each cake. Refrigerate immediately until serving. Keep covered and refrigerated.
Turkey Poop-Eating Boy
I'm so glad you're home and doing okay.