A few Monday's, we dropped Lola off at the vet for her knee surgery and brought Gunner in because he makes like a cow pretty frequently, grazing on grass in the backyard and eating sticks, and then throws up in Matt's office at night. I think it is his way of showing his love for Matt but boy, does it make for a not so pleasant morning when Matt finds Gunner's calling card. I never quite understood why Matt would get so bent about it. Yes, it's a nuisance and gross but let's just clean it up and move on. Then Matt told me to think of how I would feel if I walked into my office every morning and had to clean up a pile of vomit. Well, if you put it that way...
Dr. Jon gave Gunner some acid reflux meds and we have not had an issue since. Great! That was pretty easy.
Now Lola, easy is not the word for her. Nor is calm, normal, fun, clean, or good. She has been ok about staying on her bed or laying in the kitchen. But every time she does move, her incision bleeds and it got to the point where we thought she had ripped her incision open. So back to the vet we go. The joy that dog finds in going to the vet is off the charts. So excited in fact that poop flew out of her rear end right there in the lobby. There was no warning before the flying poop. No squatting, no whimpering, no attempt to get outside. She did not miss one beat. One second there was a clean floor 2 feet in front of me and the next there was a pile of poo. I told you we had a hit a new low.
Dr. Jon checked her out and assured us that the incision was fine and the blood/fluid coming out was normal. And, by the way, would you like me to prescribe her a sedative to get through the next week? Huh, YES. YES PLEASE. I asked him if she was the worst patient he had ever seen and he said, "If by worst, you mean the most exuberant, yes, she's in the top 10." That's our girl. Of the thousands of dogs he has seen in his career, ours gets on the Top 10 Bad Dog List. We're so proud.
We were looking forward to a nice peaceful evening with Lola laying down calmly and getting the first good night's sleep since Tuesday. We gave her that sedative and not 30 minutes later she is unable to get up and her eyes are glazed over and bloodshot. We don't think this is normal. We place a call to the emergency vet who said that is was ok but if we see any vomiting or labored breathing to bring her in. Or if it didn't look like she was coming out of it in 6-8 hours. At 11:30, 5.5 hours into it, Matt notices that every time she breathes in, her whole body quivers. Off to the vet she goes. Matt has to carry 103 pounds of dead lab weight out to the truck. Miracle of all miracles, she walks when she gets to the vet - because she LOVES the vet.
Thankfully, the Beanster is ok. Nothing can keep that dog down for long. As much as we joke about giving her the blue needle, we will be devasted when her time is up. We love her just as much as she gets on her our every last nerve. We love her for her zest for life, her unbridled joy for the simplest of things, her neverending desire to just be near us. And that face? How can you not love this face?
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