Linus
07-12-2006, 02:05 PM
Seriously...I'm getting pretty tired of doxie tummy issues.
It started in Ohio when, due to the stress of planes, car rides, hotels, and other dogs, he had the runs. Normal. I gave him Immodium per my old vets instructions and he was better. (John may tell you otherwise due to odors emitted in the car :vomit:)
During our wait at Midway airport, he managed to lay on his back in his carrier and shivered - Bailey's universal sign for "I need to poop - NOW - and its not going to be pretty." So we go through security, outside to a patch of mulch. I ask someone if he could potty there if I promised to pick it up and was given a resounding NO. Great. So we go back inside, I buy a newspaper and spread it out in a bathroom stall hoping he would remember the paper training he had as a puppy. We spend 15 minutes in a stall with me saying, "Go potty" and him standing there just looking at me. I don't EVEN want to know what the other people were thinking. No luck there. So I put him back in his carrier with threats of death if he had explosive diarrhea on the plane and we fly home.
Fast forward to Tuesday morning. He goes for the first time since Indiana. Its normal in size and texture and he had been eating and drinking normally. Praise dog!! :hula1:
Tuesday afternoon I go to Wal-Mart and leave the dogs alone with the run of the place. Normal. What I forgot - Jenny is a jumper and there was 3/4 of a bag of training treats on the coffee table. :doh: I get home and there is Bailey, his nose in an almost empty bag, a VERY full tummy, and a VERY satisfied with himself look on his face. Great.
Wednesday morning. Nothing. Ok, maybe this won't be so bad after all.
Wednesday lunch. Large but normal on the way, diarrhea when I get back. Lovely. AS I'M EATING, he leaks diarrhea ON MY BED. :vomit: Clean that up, find appetite, and continue lunch. Finish lunch, go to get drink. Bailey runs ahead of me and has more diarrhea right in the middle of my brand new rug. Mind you, there are potty pads covering the entire floor for Jenny, and he goes on the rug. :duh: Clean that up in bathtub and almost lose my own lunch, but manage to hold it together. Go back to living room to find pile I missed. :faint:
So now, Bailey is gated in the linoleum floored kitchen looking very forlorn because I'm tired of scrubbing. He has pooped in there once and thrown up some empty tummy bile. Ugh.
I told him that I didn't feel badly for him in the least. He chose to eat the treats. He could have been normal for the first time in almost a week, but he chose to over eat, so I don't feel bad for him. For my carpets, yes, not for him.
So really, if you want him, take him. I'm done cleaning.
Ok, not really, I love the little guy, but ugh...my carpets and MY BED! :sosad:
It started in Ohio when, due to the stress of planes, car rides, hotels, and other dogs, he had the runs. Normal. I gave him Immodium per my old vets instructions and he was better. (John may tell you otherwise due to odors emitted in the car :vomit:)
During our wait at Midway airport, he managed to lay on his back in his carrier and shivered - Bailey's universal sign for "I need to poop - NOW - and its not going to be pretty." So we go through security, outside to a patch of mulch. I ask someone if he could potty there if I promised to pick it up and was given a resounding NO. Great. So we go back inside, I buy a newspaper and spread it out in a bathroom stall hoping he would remember the paper training he had as a puppy. We spend 15 minutes in a stall with me saying, "Go potty" and him standing there just looking at me. I don't EVEN want to know what the other people were thinking. No luck there. So I put him back in his carrier with threats of death if he had explosive diarrhea on the plane and we fly home.
Fast forward to Tuesday morning. He goes for the first time since Indiana. Its normal in size and texture and he had been eating and drinking normally. Praise dog!! :hula1:
Tuesday afternoon I go to Wal-Mart and leave the dogs alone with the run of the place. Normal. What I forgot - Jenny is a jumper and there was 3/4 of a bag of training treats on the coffee table. :doh: I get home and there is Bailey, his nose in an almost empty bag, a VERY full tummy, and a VERY satisfied with himself look on his face. Great.
Wednesday morning. Nothing. Ok, maybe this won't be so bad after all.
Wednesday lunch. Large but normal on the way, diarrhea when I get back. Lovely. AS I'M EATING, he leaks diarrhea ON MY BED. :vomit: Clean that up, find appetite, and continue lunch. Finish lunch, go to get drink. Bailey runs ahead of me and has more diarrhea right in the middle of my brand new rug. Mind you, there are potty pads covering the entire floor for Jenny, and he goes on the rug. :duh: Clean that up in bathtub and almost lose my own lunch, but manage to hold it together. Go back to living room to find pile I missed. :faint:
So now, Bailey is gated in the linoleum floored kitchen looking very forlorn because I'm tired of scrubbing. He has pooped in there once and thrown up some empty tummy bile. Ugh.
I told him that I didn't feel badly for him in the least. He chose to eat the treats. He could have been normal for the first time in almost a week, but he chose to over eat, so I don't feel bad for him. For my carpets, yes, not for him.
So really, if you want him, take him. I'm done cleaning.
Ok, not really, I love the little guy, but ugh...my carpets and MY BED! :sosad: