Today was one of those days that started out bad, and then got worse.
Chester had another bout with diarrhea a couple of weeks ago, and I decided to take him to my holistic vet, as a followup. She gave him a chiropractic adjustment and a couple of supplements, which seem to be helping.
However, he’s started to vomit bile at about 4 am on a fairly frequent basis. This usually means they have an empty stomach. And he’s continued to wake me, occasionally, in the middle of the night to poop. We haven’t had much sleep in the last couple of weeks.
We’ve started to give him a snack right before bed, so that he has something in his stomach, but it doesn’t seem to be helping.
Last night he woke me at 3 am to go out and poop. Then again at 4:30 am to vomit . . . twice. Then when I took them out after breakfast, Lola didn’t pee.
That, in and of itself, isn’t unusual. So after a while I will take her in , crate her, and take her back out in about 20 minutes or so. Only she was circling and whining so much I was afraid she really had to go, so I didn’t wait that long — but no go.
By 9:30 there was still nothing in the bathroom department. I needed to go vote and food shopping, but since at one point she’d actually been taught to go in her crate, I’ve tried really hard to make sure she doesn’t need to go when she’s in the crate. And so far, outside of the first week, she never has.
I was also getting frustrated. And very, very tired. I slapped our shed in frustration. Poor Lola is very, very sensitive, and I really scared her. It makes you feel about an inch high, that you’ve scared your dog so badly — despite not yelling at them or even touching them — that they’ll slink down when they approach you.
In the meantime, I’d had to pick up Gizmo to get him out of the office, and he gave me a pretty good scratch on my stomach (this was right before I lost it with Lola).
Finally, I decided to go. I gave them each a bully stick (which Lola happily took) & crated them.
The good news is that I was able to go vote, get gas, do my food shopping, and still come home to clean, dry crates. Chester has made such huge strides with his separation anxiety issues, and I can finally almost have a life again. I was gone almost 2 hours.
By the time I got home, Lola was glad to see me and had forgotten that I can be a big, huge, scary monster sometimes.
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