My Tummy Hurts!
Dogdate 12th February 2014: Blog Entry 3
I throw up on the bed in the morning.
On and off during the day I throw up, but I do it where Mum doesn’t see it until later that evening.
She's also watched me straining to poop but not managing to get anything out, and says she’s getting really worried. I’m wobbling a bit when I walk so she calls the emergency vet to tell them we’re on our way. It’s now 8 p.m. and starting to snow.
It’s really coming down as we drive the ten minutes to MASH, the local emergency vet's.
They think I’m very cute, but when I throw up on the floor the vet says I’ve for sure got something stuck in my intestines.
Mum explains that I’ve eaten other stuff before – notably a long tassel, which came out two weeks later. I’ve never had something get stuck - till now.
The vet pulls on the leash and I resist. Mum explains to them that I don’t do well being pulled on. She shows them how to walk beside me and ask me nicely to go with them. I’m rather scared so she walks me into the back room.
Half an hour later the vet says they can see something sitting in my intestine and she’s going to operate immediately to get it out. She explains that it will cost a lot of money and makes Mum sign forms to let them go ahead with the surgery. (The photo right is of the 'obstruction.')
The will call Mum when it’s over.
At 2:30 a.m. Mum gets a call saying my operation went well. They found what looks like the top of a Nylabone in my intestine, with a lot of fluff around it.
I was fast asleep at that point. They really knocked me out!
Mum takes the collar off and puts me in the car. It’s Dad’s Mini so I don’t have to be lifted so far. That trip home is a wonderful relief from being in a cage with that plastic thing round my neck!
When we get back home I’m a bit groggy Mum and Dad have to call me to get my attention, ’cos I’m off for a pee and forget where the front door is afterwards.
Mum slept on the floor with me on the duvet she put there for us.
Mum thinks she’s so clever. She threw away one last Nylabone we had, but I found it in the trash and started chewing on it. Rats! She found me and got mad when I growled a little bit at her for pulling it out of my mouth.
Boy, did she give me what-for over that growl! I don’t think I’ll do that again!
Anyway, she bought a much nicer collar for me to wear once those stitches all down my tummy start to itch. But she says she doesn’t think I’m physically able to reach them with my mouth anyway. We’ll see!
Home at last!