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2.10.2009

C is for Cone

A little over a month ago my poor pup started showing signs of illness. I took him into school with me to be seen by one of the vets in the hospital and they couldn’t find anything obvious. Trying to save me money, they didn’t do a full work up and sent me home with medicines they thought would help.


A couple days went by and “Steve” wasn’t getting any better. I brought him in again. This time they thought maybe he had a crazy food allergy and that was the reason he was not eating or “tossing his cookies” every time he tried. He was really starting to pull at my heart strings. He would stand by his food bowl, staring longingly at this food. You could practically hear the internal doggie monologue.


Meanwhile, a whole week had gone by and my puppy was losing weight instead of gaining like normal. His ribs were starting to show and you could even see the bony prominences along his spine. Desperate for some solution, I rushed him off to school with me Monday morning. The worst part of the whole thing was that he was still his happy little self. He even stopped to greet my fellow student, tail wagging, as we entered the building.


Luckily, the physical exam that morning revealed his issue. Palpation of his abdomen (~belly) and rectal exam revealed a squeaking noise. Bummer. Steve had swallowed the squeaker from one of the dog toys and it was now obstructing his intestines. He couldn’t eat anything because he was all stopped up.


One, expensive surgery later and he is as good as new. And, super cute with his “cone” on.

6 Comments:

At 1:48 PM, Anonymous Kim said...

Awwwww. Poor Steve! I'm glad the problem was found and that he's on the mend.

 
At 2:17 PM, Blogger Susan said...

I am always amazed at what dogs eat and truly grateful that none of those things got stuck in my dogs. I'm glad you found out what was wrong and Steve is better. Such a cute puppy!

 
At 9:55 PM, Blogger Kathy said...

The poor guy. Although I now have a fairly comical mental image of the vet holding Steve's behind up to his ear and squeezing him, listening for the telltale squeak. He is darned cute, even with is cone.

 
At 9:47 AM, Blogger Mary said...

What a cutie! Great story.

 
At 7:07 PM, Blogger DeuceMom said...

I can just imagine them pushing on his belly and hearing a squeek! He's so cute!

 
At 12:27 AM, Blogger Ms. Diva said...

Two weeks after I rescued my dog, she stopped eating, and couldn't keep anything down. Like you a week later we were back at the vets and almost $2ooo. later vet found a sock in her intestines!!! Crazy dogs!!!

 

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