The weekend before this past one, Ozzy began acting funny. Crying constantly, needing to go outside constantly, dribbling pee but not much coming out. He was so uncomfortable. I know this because this is the most stoic dog I’ve ever met and he never whines about anything except boredom. We stayed up almost that entire Saturday night. I think we may have got about 3 hours of sleep collectively.
Sunday morning, I took him to the emergency vet. They took him back (you’re not allowed to go in still) and proceeded to keep him for 4 hours and did nothing for him. I know they have to triage critical cases, however, how do you determine who is critical when you do not even examine them for hours? I had to make the decision that if he was going to die due to lack of medical care, that he might as well do it at home where he is comfortable. They handed him back wordlessly to me, he was dribbling pee everywhere and went back inside. No apologies.
Thankfully, he made it through the night and his regular vet got him in immediately the next day. After examining him, she was furious at the ER vet. He had a urinary blockage and his bladder was distended 4-5 times its normal size. It took her 30 seconds to palpitate his bladder and find the problem. A x-ray revealed a bladder full of stones and one was blocking his urethra. He went into emergency surgery and she saved his life.
He is almost 13 but we were not ready to let him go over something so stupid as bladder/kidney stones (still waiting on the labs results). He is that once in a lifetime dog. One night without him practically crushed us because we got a taste of life without him.
We’re just over a week into recovery now and he’s finally feeling a little spunky again. He gets to go to work with me this week so I can keep him from jumping and licking his incision. He’s enjoying all the attention and treats.
He gets his staples and stitches out this Thursday and then we head up north for bow hunting season this weekend. We’ll hang out at my dad’s, continuing his recovery while the boys go hunt things. I have so much schoolwork to catch up on, I’ll be hitting cafes while he sleeps since my dad doesn’t have internet.
It’s been awhile since any of my adorable critters have been featured on the blog. Not for any lack of cuteness but because they’re mostly featured over on Instagram. (I fully admit that Instagram is a lot more fun that I thought it would be.)
I’ll do a mini-intro for each pet for anyone new to the blog.
Zelda, our second pet together. (The first being a rat named Wednesday.) We’ve had a love/hate relationship. She likes to do bad things. But since we’ve moved to the house, we’ve seen a whole new cat. We now have a nightly ritual that if I’m not in our bedroom at the correct time, I hear persistent mewing.
Ozzy, our first dog together. We’re dog people, thru and thru. We adopted Ozzy from a high-kill shelter in Flint. Michigan when he was 10 weeks old. He was malnourished, dehydrated, had roundworms and mange. He’s the first animal that I nursed back to health and 100% the reason I got into animal rescue. By my own estimation he’s lab/chow/pit bull mix. He’s a big, laid back baby who kicks all the ass at cuddling.
Samus. Oh, Samus. We were planning on getting a second dog a year later than we did. My grandpa was dying, I was depressed, my husband decided I needed someone to take care of who couldn’t take care of themself so I wouldn’t dive further into depression. His irresponsible coworker at the time had a new litter of puppies. Inbred puppies. Mom had had one litter of puppies by a neighbor’s dog, they kept a male puppy and when he was old enough, he knocked up his mom. She’s 3/4 mini-Aussie and 1/4 Rottweiler. To top it off, mom stopped nursing the puppies at about 5 weeks and the people couldn’t handle the puppies cries so they locked them in a bathroom. One which, they did not clean and eventually threatened to throw them all out in the snow if the people who wanted one didn’t come pick them up. That’s how we came to have a puppy at 6 weeks old who shouldn’t have been separated until 8 weeks. She’s an adorable pain in the ass. She’s high energy of course but also has anxiety and OCD, along with severe trust issues.
It’s been a very dark few days here, my husband’s grandmother is losing her battle with cancer, so the pups have been working overtime trying to cheer us up. They don’t normally snuggle, or hold still long enough for me to take a picture so this is a one in a million shot. Of course my phone decided to use flash when it usually never flashes and by the time I turned the flash off the moment was over lmao.
In true C&M fashion, I hurt myself the day before our house warming party. In an even more thorough C&M fashion, on the day of the party, I dropped a 22 pound bag of ice on it. Not to slow me down though, at least not until after about an hour of dancing to 80’s music at the end of the night. All at the encouragement of my boss and his girlfriend of course, because no one I know parties harder.
Other than that bit of foot misfortune, the party was a success and we received some really sweet house warming presents. Everyone seemed to have a genuinely good time.
Ozzy and Samus were the life about half the party. Some people who didn’t have dogs made up for it by playing mass amounts of ball and paying attention to them in general. It makes for a nice quiet day today, although Ozzy played way too hard for his weak back legs and will have a few days recovery.
A rainy day following the party has been the perfect excuse to nap and watch movies like Fast Times at Ridgemont High and Robin Hood: Men in Tights.
Now to just lazily kill time until Game of Thrones.
The entire weekend was spent at our new house painting a few rooms. One thing I can’t stand is white walls in every single part of the house. This is a home not an insane asylum. We’ve had the house for less than a week and already had to break into it. Apparently, unknown to us, one set of keys doesn’t work and one does. We left the good set inside the house since we were coming back the next day to continue painting. Upon discovery, much frustration ensued. We ended up cutting out a screen and being able to open the window to the bathroom, so my husband shoveled me through the small window and the day was saved. Adventures in home ownership have begun.
The dogs took to the new place pretty well. We’ve been worried about the younger one, Samus, because she’s only ever lived in once place. Turns out, she took to it faster than our older dog who has moved with us one million times over the years. Maybe he’s just overwhelmed to have his very own yard finally.
Here they are exploring the new place before we started painting:
The situation with the house is up in the air at the moment. It didn’t appraise for what the owner wants to sell it for so now they want to think about it. I get that, I’m trying to be patient, BUT what can you really do about that? Put it back on the market and hope someone else will pay what you want or update things to increase the value? Thing is, the appraisal is government logged for the next 6 months so they’d be crazy not to take our updated offer. Unless someone has that kind of cash on hand, no one is going to pay over market value on it.
So I’ve hit my bullshit limit and I don’t really care one way or the other how it goes. Either we get it or we’re back to house hunting. I’m done stressing.
Back to books, treats and beer it is!
These guys don’t stress though. They gave up their usual game of chasing each other to nap touching and it was the cutest thing.
Samus is 3/4 miniature Australian Shepherd, thus she loves to ‘herd’ the cat much to the chagrin of Zelda. Last night Zelda refused to be herded and this is the dramatic response of Samus to the situation.