Life of late:
Poor Chaz has had a rather rough time of it, of late. We’ve sold our house, we lived in our house on an air mattress with a folding table and camp chairs while waiting for our closing date (after it has been changed…I did have it all planned out until…), and now we have moved into a hotel while we wait for the dust to settle and for us to figure out our next move. More to come about that in a later post.
So we were living with the bare basics, really it was a glorified dorm room. All we were missing were the cinder block and bare wood ‘book cases’ and posters on the wall. Honestly a dorm room probably was a step up as we were on an air mattress instead of a futon.
In an effort to keep to a routine, we did our best to have dinner around the same time each night and I even did my best to cook every now and again. This leads to our latest vet visits with Chaz.
Remember the folding table?
When you combine a folding table and camp chairs with short people and food, you get a great comedy sketch set up. Add into that mix trying to eat tacos and you get a recipe for disaster when you have small dog with a sensitive stomach.
Yep, meat was spilled. It bounced off the dog, and never had the chance to hit the floor. Chaz’s reflexes are just too strong.
While we expected the after effects, we didn’t expect them to last for almost two weeks.
The day we vacated the house we took him to the vet for his tummy issues. They did some tests said he was OK and sent us home with instructions to keep him on a rice and boiled chicken diet, and to keep him as calm as possible. So we had a friend over for dinner on Friday and then the Kids as usual on Sunday. We dealt with the one accident at 2 am, and carried on as normal. And then…
Today the vomiting started. Now I’m ok with humans when they have physical ailments. Blood, vomit, doesn’t matter I’m good, but when it’s an animal…all bets are off. So there is our poor five pound multepoo being sick on the kitchen floor of the hotel, and I’m sitting across the room gagging. Hubby couldn’t help but laugh. And I really couldn’t blame him. I’m sure I was a sight to behold holding my breath, and nose and gaging all at the same time.
Several times today we have been faced with this dilemma, and I finally had to call the vet (again) to see what we should do. Aside from hoping he’d eat and drink some water, giving him another tummy pill and waiting until they could see us tomorrow. There really wasn’t much we could do.
Just when you think you’re going to have to go to the ER…
Then suddenly at around 6pm, the dog started eating and drinking his diluted chicken broth. By 9pm he’d eaten all of his food, and was ready to play. And now I’m faced with the dilemma of going to be on time, or staying up incase we need to get him outside in a hurry.
I got him some probiotics, for dogs, from the health food store and he got his first dose in when he finished his bowl of food tonight. So I have that to factor into the equation.
I always thought having pets were easy, until Chaz. When a dog, and I assume a cat, has tummy issues all bets are off. But you can’t help but love them even more.
Chaz has decided that we are going to bed. Otherwise his whining will keep hubby awake. Sigh! Here’s hoping for the best, and a good nights sleep.
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