Holy bad day of bad days, Batman! Saturday was a VERY bad day.
It all started when Dad was supposed to be up at 5:00 am so he could be out of the house by 6:30 am. Mom woke up and saw the clock said 6:21 am and Dad was still in bed.
Greg, wake up! You missed your alarm!
Dad got right up and was all RAWWWWWWR!
He went out into the living room and Mom heard, “OH. MY. GOD! OH. MY GOD!” Mom screamed, “What?! What’s the matter?!” Dad said, “You don’t even want to know. You would not believe what the living room looks like.”
Mom jumped out of bed and went out to find what looked to be 2 huge puddles of blood and some smaller puddles. At first, she thought Molly finally did Jamison in but as she got closer she could smell it – diarrhea. So much blood and so much diarrhea.
It was bad. Really bad.
She knew right away it was Macy because Macy hadn’t eaten her breakfast or dinner the day before. She was freaking out because Macy had eaten her tennis ball and she thought she had a blockage.
(Oh, I forgot to mention, Saturday was Day 1 of dog obedience school. So Mom was freaking out that we were going to miss the first day and be behind and we can’t afford to be behind.)
6:40 am: Mom finishes cleaning the disaster zone and the area rug goes into the dumpster because it’s done for.
Macy at this point is being normal Macy -playing and irritating me – so Mom decided she didn’t need to rush her to the emergency vet because Dr. Hamilton would be in at 8:00 am.
7:00 am: Molly is chewing her feet and won’t stop. Mom looks and they’re all red and inflammed from the licking. Mom’s quick solution: socks!
7:52 am: Mom and Macy arrive at the vet and they pull her right in before anyone else. Diagnosis: Colitis. That’s what I had back in March, remember?
8:30 am: Dr. Hamilton clears Macy for obedience school and says he will not give her a doctor’s note. She MUST go!
9:00 am: Mom goes outside to take care of the chickens, rabbits, and Snooter Tooter (pig). She is in the chicken pen and sees something out of the corner of her eye. It was Lonesome Dove, our polish crested chicken, hanging upside down by her foot from the fence that divides Snooter Tooter from the chickens. Mom rushes over and then sees it. A pool of blood under Dove. Dove must have been trying to un-catch herself with her other foot and Snooter Tooter took it upon himself to chew her toes.
Mom quickly unhooked her foot and brought her inside. Dove was in shock and hardly moving at all. Mom rinsed her foot and got out the styptic powder to stop the bleeding. It took a lot of powder and pressure but the bleeding finally stopped.
During this time, Mom hears a loud bang. Macy knocked the gate down to Jamison’s room. Luckily, she didn’t eat the kitty poop in the litter box. Even luckier, Molly was outside so Jamison was safe.
Mom gets Jamison’s room closed up, all the while holding dove like a baby in her left arm.
Where’s Molly? Mom would’ve liked to know too! Dad was on his way home and Molly was nowhere in sight. Mom had to get her in so Dad would be able to open the gate.
Mom circled the property 3 times with Dove in her arms in the 90 degree muggy heat when she finally found Molly. She had knocked down a barrier and got behind the greenhouse. Mom was about to lose her mind but didn’t.
With Molly in the house, Mom got Dove settled in a chicken carrier.
5 minutes later, Dad, Mom, Macy, and me were on our way to Obedience School. 20 minutes after that, we were there.
Us dogs (all 10 of us) went in to the building 1 by 1, each getting fitted with a gentle leader and having to be sitting calmly before the next dog entered. Luckily, Mom and Dad left us in the car with the a/c on while they stood in line and held our place.
Finally, all the dogs were in and training began.
Macy was probably the best behaved in the whole group! Can you believe it?
Me? I have some work to do….
It was super hot during training and we were all very relieved when it was time to get back into the car.
The good news is that Macy is doing much better – no more diarrhea and she’s eating all of her food, and Lonesome Dove is no longer in shock and is eating and drinking. Her foot looks like it will be okay…we hope!
How was your Saturday? Surely it had to be better than ours!!!