- Aug 20, 2010
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- Bulldog(s) Names
- Chunk aka Chunkster, Chunky Monky, Sir Drools-a-lot, Wrinkles Magee
Let's see if I can make this short and sweet. 
So the day before we were moving into our house (which btw, our apartment was barely packed because I had no where to put boxes), I took Chunk to the vet. He had been constipated, he was going but not much and threw up trying twice that week. I was thinking they would just give him a laxative or recommend one ... yeah WRONG. She palpated his belly and said everything felt ok but she wanted to do an x-ray to be sure. I agreed - god forbid there was a blockage. Well, no blockage but his colon was FULL of
. In fact, full is not even the right word. It was expanded to a point that they weren't sure if the muscles were even able to work anymore. So, they had to put him into a twilight kind of sedation so they could give him an enema. 
(They could have done it without but when she did the rectal exam, he was in major discomfort and she preferred the twilight just to make things easier on him. I agreed.) So I ran the baby home while they did the procedure and ran back to get him. Of course, I'm now completely panicked, had to leave the baby home so he could eat and go back to get Chunk.
As I walk in to pick up Chunk, I see the sweetest little girl bulldog with her 4 year old owner. So I ask if I can pet her while I wait and the little girl says, "yes" and proceeds to tell me all about her and that "she is going to heaven". OMG, I almost lost it right there. Thankfully, they weren't putting her down, she just had started to have seizures and was 11 years old so they were preparing the little girl for worst case. But wow, my heart was breaking. Then the little girl invited me over to play with play-doh. How stinkin' cute!
In any case, the procedure went well and they took Chunk out and he plenty but said he'd probably go more then not at all for a while. Well, that night was interesting. Poor guy would be fast asleep on the floor then jump up, run to the door and barely make it outside. I felt awful. Thankfully, he was doing better the next day and he was in the best hands while we moved, [MENTION=2415]AdventuresWithOliver[/MENTION].
After the weekend, we had to start giving him miralax ... that worked for about a week then things seemed to slow up again. So we were given lactulose too. They were concerned that he might have a rare condition called Megacolon (no clue if that's how it's spelled), where basically the muscles can't push enough to get out the.
This was all during the end of July ... since then we switched from a grain-free food back to regular food which helped the issue (no more laxatives!) but now his skin is not looking as good and we are back on eyedrops because his eyes got swollen.
Our vet wants me to call the dermatologist (Dr. Ian Spiegel ... he's awesome! Hard to get an appt because he's so in demand) and see if he has any food suggestions. SOoooo, I guess we will see what happens next!
So the day before we were moving into our house (which btw, our apartment was barely packed because I had no where to put boxes), I took Chunk to the vet. He had been constipated, he was going but not much and threw up trying twice that week. I was thinking they would just give him a laxative or recommend one ... yeah WRONG. She palpated his belly and said everything felt ok but she wanted to do an x-ray to be sure. I agreed - god forbid there was a blockage. Well, no blockage but his colon was FULL of
. In fact, full is not even the right word. It was expanded to a point that they weren't sure if the muscles were even able to work anymore. So, they had to put him into a twilight kind of sedation so they could give him an enema. (They could have done it without but when she did the rectal exam, he was in major discomfort and she preferred the twilight just to make things easier on him. I agreed.) So I ran the baby home while they did the procedure and ran back to get him. Of course, I'm now completely panicked, had to leave the baby home so he could eat and go back to get Chunk. As I walk in to pick up Chunk, I see the sweetest little girl bulldog with her 4 year old owner. So I ask if I can pet her while I wait and the little girl says, "yes" and proceeds to tell me all about her and that "she is going to heaven". OMG, I almost lost it right there. Thankfully, they weren't putting her down, she just had started to have seizures and was 11 years old so they were preparing the little girl for worst case. But wow, my heart was breaking. Then the little girl invited me over to play with play-doh. How stinkin' cute!
In any case, the procedure went well and they took Chunk out and he
plenty but said he'd probably go more then not at all for a while. Well, that night was interesting. Poor guy would be fast asleep on the floor then jump up, run to the door and barely make it outside. I felt awful. Thankfully, he was doing better the next day and he was in the best hands while we moved, [MENTION=2415]AdventuresWithOliver[/MENTION]. After the weekend, we had to start giving him miralax ... that worked for about a week then things seemed to slow up again. So we were given lactulose too. They were concerned that he might have a rare condition called Megacolon (no clue if that's how it's spelled), where basically the muscles can't push enough to get out the
. This was all during the end of July ... since then we switched from a grain-free food back to regular food which helped the issue (no more laxatives!) but now his skin is not looking as good and we are back on eyedrops because his eyes got swollen.
Our vet wants me to call the dermatologist (Dr. Ian Spiegel ... he's awesome! Hard to get an appt because he's so in demand) and see if he has any food suggestions. SOoooo, I guess we will see what happens next!
Wowzie! I sure hope you can get him "regular". And moving on top of all this!!! And a baby??? 
