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| It is ALL and Act! Sonata, 19 wks |
Sonata hit five months with the vengeance of a destructive dervish. Then Serenade decided that mayhem should take precedence as well (in her own way).
On the morning of the the 16th I came out to take Sonata out of her kennel, when the ghastly smell of feces wafted from her area. It turns out, the puppy who has never had a secondary type accident in the house, had diarrhea, and had tried to clean it up herself (yuck). Concerned for her, I took her into the vet. Turned out that she had the beginning of an upper respiratory infection that had caused her to feel bad. A fistful of pills later, and a wallet that was MUCH lighter ($97), I contacted her first puppy class (which was on Sunday) to inform them that the vet had said to keep her from the other pups for a day, on the off chance that she was contagious. Order rawhide bones, since they are out of them. Sonata's Weight: 34 lbs.
That Sunday, both she and Sere were ill. They both spent the day laying in one spot coughing and just looking miserable.
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| Let the Games Begin! Sonata, 19 wks |
Monday:
Call vets office to get Serenade in to see the Doc. Appointment set to take her in Tuesday afternoon. Rawhides arrive (pretty darn quick for something not a special order!).
Tuesday:
I awaken at the normal six o'clock hour, take the dogs out, feed them, and stumble back to bed. 7:30am comes around, and the puppy wakes me up again. I once more stumble out to take her outside, when I notice the bath rug that we have in the kennel all bunched up in the corner. Nothing unusual. I take her out, come back in to clean up her kennel. I bend down to straighten the rug, when I notice something is off about it. I pull the rug out of the kennel, and realize that there is a section of carpet missing! From the thick bathmat, it looks like 2 inches in width and 6 to 8 inches in length have been consumed by the puppy! I choose not to panic. It is still something that she can pass. Instead choose to keep a close eye on her. 8:30-Thomas who has chosen to work from home, reports that the puppy has just thrown up. I immediately call our vet, and they direct me to another office that has a film machine. I call THAT office, and Sonata has an appointment for 10:30. 9:30- Thomas has stepped out to run an errand, I come into the room to get puppy ready to go, and discover an awful smell, Sonata has thrown up again! This time, she threw up a SOCK! Where did she get the sock? When did she have access to a sock? Not sure, but the miserable look on the pups face only confirms that it is the right thing to take her into the vet. After I clean up the sickening mess (oh my the smell..this was from her bowels folks), I loaded her up and took her to the vet's office. 10:30- Get Sonata to the vet's office. They taker her back, look at her, and inform me that they are going to have to take some films to find out where the rug is located. I let go of the leash, and watch my girl disappear into a back room. They inform me that they will call around 2:00 and tell me how she is doing. 11:30- Get home and listen to Sere cough a greeting to me. Scared that she is coming down with pneumonia. I am glad that I am taking her into the vet as well. 1:30- Take Serenade into her appointment. Turns out that the puppy gave her bronchitis! WOOT not pneumonia! Call Thomas and we are both relived. Come home with a load of medication and a lighter wallet ($95). 2:30-Call about Sonata, told to call back at 4:00, since they have not seen the barium burps move. 4:00- Informed Sonata is going to have to stay overnight, the burps have not moved all that far. 11:00- Both Thomas and I reflect that this will be the first time that we will get to sleep in since we got the puppy. One must always look for the silver lining in a dark cloud!Wednesday:
I wake up at 6:00 (habit), take Sere out and feed her, stumble back to bed. Wake up at 10:00. Wow 10:00! Feel refreshed and ready to take on the world! Realize the world includes a tornado of a 5 month old puppy. Time to start looking for new solutions! Thomas decided to work from home, ends up taking a half day, to help with new 'puppy/teenage' proofing the house (again). I run up and get groceries while he runs the sweeper, and digs under the couch and behind the washer and dryer. He finds 5 socks. FIVE. Next we decide to get her a crate to sit beside us in the bedroom, since we need to keep a close eye on her. Go to Petsmart and get a LARGE plastic crate. Set it up in the tiny master bedroom. I now have two feet of room to crawl into bed. We also got her a Large Kong Pillow that claims to be water resistant and chew resistant. We'll see if what they advertise really holds up! The last thing we do is get a piece of plywood and some hinges. I create and put a half box over the top of her kennel so that she won't be able to see into the living room (and get distressed), and now the top of the kennel has a hard cover, so she won't be able to pull anything down from there. The whole time I was making this creation Thomas kept looking at me like I was crazy. Get a call from the vet telling us that Sonata can come home at 4:00, she has passed most of the rug. All that remains is a small bit, and they believe she will pass it without any problem. 5:00- Our puppy is home! We got her out of hock for $289.
Thursday:Still haven't seen any evidence of the rug, and not for lack of searching! Keeping Sonata kenneled, and feeling sorry for her, she has basically been caged since Saturday!
Friday:
Still searching for the rug, but we believe that she passed it the evening before (I forgot to take out the flashlight). To be on the safe side I still keep her kenneled, since I was told to keep her quiet for a few days. EVENING- I let Sonata out of the kennel to run around. Poor thing is so skinny! She has not been allowed to have a real meal almost the whole week. Instead she gets a can of Science Diet Uber Bland Diet. While I am on the computer I hear a ripping sound, I look around the corner, and discover that Sonata has ripped up Serenade's squirrel plushy. When I inspect it more closely, I discover that it was mainly ripped along the Velcro. Glad that she didn't get the squeaker out of the plushy, I don't even think, and hand her a stuffed chipmunk. A minute later I come to my senses, realize that I have done, only to get to the chipmunk to late. It has lost its tail down the gullet of a puppy! At that point I can't help it, I don't know what to do! I call the animal hospital to ask them if I should get her to vomit, and they tell me that that could make her aspirate. I call the other vets office (page them-it is now 1:00am), and ask the vet on call what I should do. She tells me to bring the dog in that morning. In the mean time I just sit back and start howling with laughter, till the tears start coming. Thomas joins in.
Saturday:
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| Sonata 21 wks |
Sunday:
Sonata, for a whole five seconds, has two tails.
