Bailey had a hard week...
Bailey's week was a rough one. For the most part, outside of knocking out his two front teeth going after a tennis ball on the cement, he hasn't really dealt with illness. But last Monday was the start of an unpleasant 6 days for Bailey and myself.
On Monday night Bailey started vomiting EVERYTHING he was hording in that bottomless Labrador stomach of his. This continued throughout the night into the next day.
As the vomiting subsided, the canine backdoor opened to a flood of water waste. My initial impulse was to avoid a trip to the VET as I felt they would probably just run a couple tests that would reveal nothing (as usual), charge me a lot of money (as usual), then just give me an anti-biotic hoping this would fix the problem. The poor little bugger then suffered through 4 days of diarrhea and listless discomfort as I tried all sorts of dietary remedies... To no avail.
FINALLY I decided the VET option was the way to go. So we went in. They ran a bunch of tests that told us nothing, they charged me alot of money, and they gave us an anti-biotic.
Well, whatever was messing with my little boy must have been either a bacteria or a proto-zoa as the anti-biotic seems to be doing the trick. One day after beginning the treatment Bailey's appetite has returned, and the back-door to the pooch factory seems to be working again!
So Bailey is getting back to normal, just in time for a big competition this weekend. Unfortunately I was hobbled this same trying week with a ruptured Calf muscle (not the Achilles Tendon... Thankfully). So if we decide to compete, it will be with me pretty much stading still and tossing discs...
Hope to see you out in Lancaster this weekend rooting on Bailey as he tries to attain victory carrying me on his back.
Jz.
On Monday night Bailey started vomiting EVERYTHING he was hording in that bottomless Labrador stomach of his. This continued throughout the night into the next day.
As a little side note: I discovered that Bailey has a very appreciated dislike for desecrating his home. Everytime he needed to expunge the contents of his stomach out of his "Barkhole" he would run to the door. So I just left the door open all night, and I could hear his little paws heading out the door everytime the nausea hit. Of course, I'd get up and watch over him in the yard each time, which made for a very LONG night.
As the vomiting subsided, the canine backdoor opened to a flood of water waste. My initial impulse was to avoid a trip to the VET as I felt they would probably just run a couple tests that would reveal nothing (as usual), charge me a lot of money (as usual), then just give me an anti-biotic hoping this would fix the problem. The poor little bugger then suffered through 4 days of diarrhea and listless discomfort as I tried all sorts of dietary remedies... To no avail.
FINALLY I decided the VET option was the way to go. So we went in. They ran a bunch of tests that told us nothing, they charged me alot of money, and they gave us an anti-biotic.
Well, whatever was messing with my little boy must have been either a bacteria or a proto-zoa as the anti-biotic seems to be doing the trick. One day after beginning the treatment Bailey's appetite has returned, and the back-door to the pooch factory seems to be working again!
So Bailey is getting back to normal, just in time for a big competition this weekend. Unfortunately I was hobbled this same trying week with a ruptured Calf muscle (not the Achilles Tendon... Thankfully). So if we decide to compete, it will be with me pretty much stading still and tossing discs...
Hope to see you out in Lancaster this weekend rooting on Bailey as he tries to attain victory carrying me on his back.
Jz.
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