What's not a fun game is that I don't feel well. Monday night around 5pm I started panting a lot, drooling, and some hacking. jc got concerned that I might have flipped my stomach, a condition known as torsion, or GDV, so they took me to the emergency clinic.
The clinic people X-rayed me (click here to see my guts), and didn't see evidence of GDV, intestinal blockage, or an enlarged heart. They were very nice to me, although I wasn't too pleased about being rolled on my back for that picture of my lungs.
I've been hacking some, like I've got something just on the back of my throat that won't come up. I've also been standing around panting, and can't get comfortable when I lay down, unless I flop over. jc and I don't really know why that might be. He wonders if I snapped at a bee and got stung, and it's making my throat irritated. And sometimes when I'm breathing, I whistle a little bit, like my throat is closed down.
Tuesday morning, jc and Cindy took me to Chateau Animal Hospital, as soon as they opened. I was presented with a little wet dog food, which I did eat, so they're also convinced I haven't got GDV. Dr. B was speculating that maybe it was some sort of gastric upset, but I don't think jc is convinced of that. He's an engineer and slightly mechanically inclined, and watching and listening to me, he thinks it's more likely it's a trachea issue.
That afternoon I ate boiled chicken and rice, which means I know I'm not well, and that my people are taking care of me. jc bitches about how much my vet bills are already, but I know he'd do just about anything for me :) He didn't get mad at me when I woke him at 3am for an hour with my panting. He just got up, got me some water, and petted me until I finally laid back down and went to sleep. He didn't even get mad when I accidentally peed on the carpet this morning before he took me out! Just said it was his own damn fault for not taking me out as soon he woke up, since I drank a quart of water in the middle of the night.
Wednesday morning I don't think I feel any better, but I'm no worse. I didn't eat the chicken and rice breakfast, which I know bothered jc. I did go outside and do my business, so that's a pretty sure sign there's no intestinal blockage, and everything is... ummmm... "flowing smoothly".
Being a sick dog is just no fun. I've had a blast going swimming a few times since my last blog post, and when I feel better, I'll share some pictures that Cindy took of me and jc splashing around in Lake Lanier. I may not be one of those dogs that heads straight to the water when I see it, but I like going in and paddling around. Wish me well that this is nothing serious, 'cause I know jc gets very stressed out when I'm not well.
*woof*
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