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- Feb 25, 2011
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- Tate Rory & Finn Paddington
This week has been a humdinger. I don't even know really know what that means but i have no more energy to think of anything creative or witty.
Tonight I come home from work (TGIF!), only to be welcomed by a dining room floor with several piles of diarrhea with blood in it. Panic time!!! It's around 5:15pm and as I'm cleaning up I'm also thinking I need to call the vet before they close (at 6pm) to get Tate seen on Saturday. I'm frantically cleaning the poop (and pee), trying to call the vet with my "clean" hand, and thankfully, the vet asst. tells me to bring Tate in tonight. I get my little poop sample bagged up and off Tate and I go (by this time I've huddled Finn up into my bedroom and told him to behave himself while we're out).
at the vet's , Tate is his usual jolly self, doesn't look a bit sick or lethargic. The vet examines him and I explain that I treated the boys to a McD's strawberry sundae yesterday and that's the only thing different that i've fed them. They've both had McD's ice cream before but never the strawberry sundae so who knows if that's even related...
The vet prescribes him flagyl (metronidazole) and he's to be on a bland diet until his diarrhea resolves. I'll get the fecal test results tomorrow.
I hope this diarrhea and the blood will resolve. Diarrhea by itself I can handle, it's when there's blood mixed that causes my mind to start thinking wild and scary thoughts! (like hemorrhagic gastroenteritis that Bertha Bacon endured several months ago)
he's resting very well right now, snoring beside me.
Please keep Tate in your thoughts b/c i worry about him so much.
Tonight I come home from work (TGIF!), only to be welcomed by a dining room floor with several piles of diarrhea with blood in it. Panic time!!! It's around 5:15pm and as I'm cleaning up I'm also thinking I need to call the vet before they close (at 6pm) to get Tate seen on Saturday. I'm frantically cleaning the poop (and pee), trying to call the vet with my "clean" hand, and thankfully, the vet asst. tells me to bring Tate in tonight. I get my little poop sample bagged up and off Tate and I go (by this time I've huddled Finn up into my bedroom and told him to behave himself while we're out).
at the vet's , Tate is his usual jolly self, doesn't look a bit sick or lethargic. The vet examines him and I explain that I treated the boys to a McD's strawberry sundae yesterday and that's the only thing different that i've fed them. They've both had McD's ice cream before but never the strawberry sundae so who knows if that's even related...
The vet prescribes him flagyl (metronidazole) and he's to be on a bland diet until his diarrhea resolves. I'll get the fecal test results tomorrow.
I hope this diarrhea and the blood will resolve. Diarrhea by itself I can handle, it's when there's blood mixed that causes my mind to start thinking wild and scary thoughts! (like hemorrhagic gastroenteritis that Bertha Bacon endured several months ago)
he's resting very well right now, snoring beside me.
