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Mar. 13th, 2008 02:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fenrisrangerSo the fat dog of ferocious cuteness?
. . . really sick. And I don't know what's wrong and I can't figure out where he's hurting, but it's bad.
He was acting weird all day yesterday, but we all figured that it was because my brother keeps having friends over and hanging out in the backyard (which is Rascal's domain) while leaving him inside so he can't mess up whatever the chitlins are doing out there (it has to do with building something, though I've not been allowed to know what). Same situation, same response this afternoon. Whining/crying a lot. But, you know, dog wants to go play, he whines. This was a weird crying, though, more towards what you'd think of as sobbing, I guess, but dogified. Still, thought it was weird, but shrugged it off. I also noticed he was acting doofusy-er than normal (he had trouble figuring out that he needed to back out of this corner of obstacles he got himself into and kept just trying to push forward past the box), but sometimes you just don't know with him--he can be really, really smart or totally retarded depending on the day and what you're trying to get him to do.
Last night, though, I really should have realized something was up. He was crying outside really late--I got home from mock trial around 9:30 or 10, ate, went to bed for a few hours, got up at 2, and he was doing it fairly constantly/often from then until when I left the kitchen (room where the computer is right next to the door to the backyard) to get ready for school a bit before 7. There were obvious breaks where he'd be asleep, but the pain was obviously (well, not obviously then, but obviously now) waking him up. More of this sobbage stuff--it reminded me at one point of a woman in labor, because there was panting too (as there was during the afternoons, but it made more sense then because he was wound up due to all the people around). I figured he just wanted inside the house, but it was a beautiful night (as it is tonight--fail at us not having a screen door anymore since it broke, or I'd have the door open) and I had massive amounts of work to do and didn't want to mess with him, so he stayed outside.
But I come home from the gym tonight, and Mum's like "Don't mess with the dog. He's sick or something." Me: "Yeah, he's been crying a lot lately." Discussion about how we all thought that it was just him doing it because he wanted to play with all the stupid neighborhood kids Tyler keeps traipsing through our house. But yes. Now he's evidently having trouble walking--Mum thinks it's his back legs, but he will occasionally get up and use them (he did a few minutes ago--let out this loud, almost surprised barksob of pain and a few seconds later, scrambled to his feet to come whine closer to me. It was horrible because he was trembling all over just trying to sit up but still managing to wag his tail when I talked to him, but all I could say to him was that I was sorry that I couldn't really do anything about it, and it was heartbreaking), so I think it's a systemic thing. And he's not got the sniffles or a cough or sneezes or anything, he's not throwing up or having diarrhea, so I've got no ideas. No good ones. I'm afraid it's a heart attack or some such--it wouldn't really be surprising, considering he is really overweight and though he's not ancient, he isn't exactly a spry young pup anymore (he's 8 or so, which should give him a good 5 more years if it weren't for the weight).
He's finally asleep now (methinks, or at least quiet), which is good. The pain was keeping him awake/waking him up earlier, which was sad, because he was just lying there on this big foamy cushiony sheet thing we pulled out of somewhere for him tonight with pitiful eyes and the occasional exhausted whine of pain. And it's worse, because it's not like either of my parents can just run off and take him to the vet first thing in the morning--the earliest we can get him anywhere is in the late afternoon, and that's after leaving him outside by himself all day.
Gah. Methinks we're going to continue giving him bits of asprin, because I gave him the first dose a few hours ago and he definitely doesn't appear to be as bad as he was when I got home, which is win. I just wish I knew what was wrong--even if I still couldn't do anything about it for the time being, at least I wouldn't be so preoccupied by the sheer mystery of it.
. . . really sick. And I don't know what's wrong and I can't figure out where he's hurting, but it's bad.
He was acting weird all day yesterday, but we all figured that it was because my brother keeps having friends over and hanging out in the backyard (which is Rascal's domain) while leaving him inside so he can't mess up whatever the chitlins are doing out there (it has to do with building something, though I've not been allowed to know what). Same situation, same response this afternoon. Whining/crying a lot. But, you know, dog wants to go play, he whines. This was a weird crying, though, more towards what you'd think of as sobbing, I guess, but dogified. Still, thought it was weird, but shrugged it off. I also noticed he was acting doofusy-er than normal (he had trouble figuring out that he needed to back out of this corner of obstacles he got himself into and kept just trying to push forward past the box), but sometimes you just don't know with him--he can be really, really smart or totally retarded depending on the day and what you're trying to get him to do.
Last night, though, I really should have realized something was up. He was crying outside really late--I got home from mock trial around 9:30 or 10, ate, went to bed for a few hours, got up at 2, and he was doing it fairly constantly/often from then until when I left the kitchen (room where the computer is right next to the door to the backyard) to get ready for school a bit before 7. There were obvious breaks where he'd be asleep, but the pain was obviously (well, not obviously then, but obviously now) waking him up. More of this sobbage stuff--it reminded me at one point of a woman in labor, because there was panting too (as there was during the afternoons, but it made more sense then because he was wound up due to all the people around). I figured he just wanted inside the house, but it was a beautiful night (as it is tonight--fail at us not having a screen door anymore since it broke, or I'd have the door open) and I had massive amounts of work to do and didn't want to mess with him, so he stayed outside.
But I come home from the gym tonight, and Mum's like "Don't mess with the dog. He's sick or something." Me: "Yeah, he's been crying a lot lately." Discussion about how we all thought that it was just him doing it because he wanted to play with all the stupid neighborhood kids Tyler keeps traipsing through our house. But yes. Now he's evidently having trouble walking--Mum thinks it's his back legs, but he will occasionally get up and use them (he did a few minutes ago--let out this loud, almost surprised barksob of pain and a few seconds later, scrambled to his feet to come whine closer to me. It was horrible because he was trembling all over just trying to sit up but still managing to wag his tail when I talked to him, but all I could say to him was that I was sorry that I couldn't really do anything about it, and it was heartbreaking), so I think it's a systemic thing. And he's not got the sniffles or a cough or sneezes or anything, he's not throwing up or having diarrhea, so I've got no ideas. No good ones. I'm afraid it's a heart attack or some such--it wouldn't really be surprising, considering he is really overweight and though he's not ancient, he isn't exactly a spry young pup anymore (he's 8 or so, which should give him a good 5 more years if it weren't for the weight).
He's finally asleep now (methinks, or at least quiet), which is good. The pain was keeping him awake/waking him up earlier, which was sad, because he was just lying there on this big foamy cushiony sheet thing we pulled out of somewhere for him tonight with pitiful eyes and the occasional exhausted whine of pain. And it's worse, because it's not like either of my parents can just run off and take him to the vet first thing in the morning--the earliest we can get him anywhere is in the late afternoon, and that's after leaving him outside by himself all day.
Gah. Methinks we're going to continue giving him bits of asprin, because I gave him the first dose a few hours ago and he definitely doesn't appear to be as bad as he was when I got home, which is win. I just wish I knew what was wrong--even if I still couldn't do anything about it for the time being, at least I wouldn't be so preoccupied by the sheer mystery of it.
