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M*A*S*H= Multiple Animal Surgical Hospital

Incoming wounded!

We tended to the first casualty first thing this morning.  Ebony, our almost 13-year old Lab-Sharpei mix, came up lame over the weekend. We weren't surprised; older, bigger dogs tend to have joint issues, and we still had a few tablets left over from the last incident to provide.  By Sunday night, she was walking better, but eating worse.  Some of that, we suspected, was from the tummy effects of both the anti-inflammatory from earlier that weekend and the heartworm pill that randomly came due the night before.

She seemed on the mend until last night.  Ebony's had allergic reactions that get her licking, and at worst nibbling on, her extremities, and the once lame hindquarter was now bleeding. So I rescheduled things for today and got her in to the vet first thing....

inconclusively, but hopefully.

She's down a few pounds, but her vitals are otherwise normal.  The swelling is consistent with a number of unlikely bad things, but the leader in the doghouse appears to be a condition actually called "Sharpei fever."  To deal with same, she has a revised anti-inflammatory that's easier to hide in her food; an antibiotic that goes down just fine in some leftover cat fud (I'm getting to why we have some of that:P); an antibiotic rinse that we're supposed to soak the hindquarter in if she won't tolerate a walk around the block; and instructions to, duh, walk her around the block more often.

Pills? Check. Walk? Check. Rinse? Um, not tonight.  The Cone of Shame seems to be working to prevent further canine intervention.

We go on. We hope.


Then there's our oldest, most delicate aminal: our going-on-17-year-old boykitty.

Two nights ago, he stopped eating. I had my theory about this. Until I made my official office move earlier this month, I'd largely worked from home when I wasn't in court, or seeing clients somewhere else. The new setup actually encourages me to stay put in the new zip code rather than this one- and so I wasn't surprised to find Tazzer off his feed the past two nights. Other than not eating, he was his usual meowing and purring self.....

until today.

I stayed home well into the afternoon after bringing Ebony home from the vet, in part to add some sense of normalcy to the other residents.

By the time I left midway through the afternoon,  Taz was not impressed.  He resisted purring before I left, and when I got home to feed everyone, he reacted to my return by peeing all over my jeans.

He's now back in his (i.e., Emily's) room. The jeans are in the dry cycle. He has high-quality cat fud awaiting the end of his meltdown. I could easily stress all night about OMG WHATS WRONG, but it's just as likely to be CHANGE IN MY ROUTINE, STUPID HUMAN, or IS THE DOG OKAY, BECAUSE THAT STRESSES ME.

Time will tell. We both have a full day away from here tomorrow, so hopefully any actual grounds for surgery (or other treatment) will make themselves known  by the times of our returns.

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tilia_tomentosa From: tilia_tomentosa Date: October 23rd, 2015 01:29 am (UTC) (Link)
Ouch! Fingers crossed that there is no serious trouble ahead for both four-legged patients.

warriorsavant From: warriorsavant Date: October 23rd, 2015 12:21 pm (UTC) (Link)
Good luck to the 4-footed denizens of your home.
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