When I leave the house, I say “hi – hi” loudly to the dogs, and then I leave. When I get home, the dogs start barking as I put the bike in the carport. I lock myself in and the dogs rush around me, while I say “hi – hi” loudly.
This afternoon goes by like any other afternoon until I unlock the door – and there are only two dogs to greet me. I look around for the last dog and spot her lying on the sheepskin in the hallway.
I call her and she wags her tail but doesn't get up. I squat down and call her. She gets up very reluctantly and drags herself towards me. She doesn't use her hindquarters at all, I stiffen and lift her up. I speak soothingly to her and put her back down, she drags herself straight onto the sheepskin again and lies down.
I quickly throw the other two dogs in the car and go back for Maggie, I put her in a cage by herself – and head for the vet. Down at the vet I can’t coax Maggie out of the cage and have to grab her. I carry her, and as I step through the door and make eye contact with the vet, I cry.
The vet asks what's wrong, and the only thing I can stammer out is, "There's something wrong with my dog."
The vet comes and leads me into the consultation room. She asks me to put Maggie on the floor, and Maggie drags herself across the floor again and the vet exclaims: Oops, that doesn't look good. Those are just not the words I need to hear, and my stomach contracts and I get chills.
I'm pretty sure that's what happened to her and she's not coming home. The vet explains that she's seen dogs with stomach pains so bad they can't move. She can feel Maggie's stomach is completely distended.
Back home I put Maggie in a basket and the other dogs go and sniff her. Her closest big sister comes over several times during the evening to check on her and lick her nose a little. During the evening she gets a little better, but still just lies and lies. Late in the evening, Maggie suddenly got up and went out onto the terrace, and took a very large shit, which smelled something so bad.
Then she jumped into my bed and slept until the next morning, jumping around like she usually does and really wanted to go out for a morning walk. I almost couldn't believe my eyes. We had an appointment with the vet in the morning, and she was just as surprised and relieved. The vet immediately texted his colleague who had been there yesterday. Maggie was given an extra shot of painkillers, just to be on the safe side.
And that was it! Stop being scared, I got tested to see if all the cells in my body are working!!
About blogger: Ea Bagge
Ea has 3 female dogs, Honey, 11 years old, Luna, 2 years old and Maggie, 9 weeks old. Her oldest dog is a dachshund mix that she brought home from her time in Greenland. The other two are cocker mixes with duracell batteries. Ea trains Nose Work with all her dogs, it is a fantastic activity/sport. Luna is environmentally trained and socially trained from an early age, as she will hopefully one day be used as a pedagogical "tool".
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When I leave the house, I say “hi – hi” loudly to the dogs, and then I leave. When I get home, the dogs start barking as I put the bike in the carport. I lock myself in and the dogs rush around me, while I say “hi – hi” loudly.
This afternoon goes by like any other afternoon until I unlock the door – and there are only two dogs to greet me. I look around for the last dog and spot her lying on the sheepskin in the hallway.
I call her and she wags her tail but doesn't get up. I squat down and call her. She gets up very reluctantly and drags herself towards me. She doesn't use her hindquarters at all, I stiffen and lift her up. I speak soothingly to her and put her back down, she drags herself straight onto the sheepskin again and lies down.
I quickly throw the other two dogs in the car and go back for Maggie, I put her in a cage by herself – and head for the vet. Down at the vet I can’t coax Maggie out of the cage and have to grab her. I carry her, and as I step through the door and make eye contact with the vet, I cry.
The vet asks what's wrong, and the only thing I can stammer out is, "There's something wrong with my dog."
The vet comes and leads me into the consultation room. She asks me to put Maggie on the floor, and Maggie drags herself across the floor again and the vet exclaims: Oops, that doesn't look good. Those are just not the words I need to hear, and my stomach contracts and I get chills.
I'm pretty sure that's what happened to her and she's not coming home. The vet explains that she's seen dogs with stomach pains so bad they can't move. She can feel Maggie's stomach is completely distended.
Back home I put Maggie in a basket and the other dogs go and sniff her. Her closest big sister comes over several times during the evening to check on her and lick her nose a little. During the evening she gets a little better, but still just lies and lies. Late in the evening, Maggie suddenly got up and went out onto the terrace, and took a very large shit, which smelled something so bad.
Then she jumped into my bed and slept until the next morning, jumping around like she usually does and really wanted to go out for a morning walk. I almost couldn't believe my eyes. We had an appointment with the vet in the morning, and she was just as surprised and relieved. The vet immediately texted his colleague who had been there yesterday. Maggie was given an extra shot of painkillers, just to be on the safe side.
And that was it! Stop being scared, I got tested to see if all the cells in my body are working!!
About blogger: Ea Bagge
Ea has 3 female dogs, Honey, 11 years old, Luna, 2 years old and Maggie, 9 weeks old. Her oldest dog is a dachshund mix that she brought home from her time in Greenland. The other two are cocker mixes with duracell batteries. Ea trains Nose Work with all her dogs, it is a fantastic activity/sport. Luna is environmentally trained and socially trained from an early age, as she will hopefully one day be used as a pedagogical "tool".