Our vet appointment this morning is just before 10 am, so we shall have to leave a good hour before that to ensure Maggie can have a potty break and do the business en route.
I found a nice substantial poo in the garden last night that wasn’t there earlier so she had passed a motion yesterday which was a relief. I have dealt with dogs with upset tummies and diarrhea, but I have never dealt with one that is constipated.
As dog owners (and other pets too) we become a connoisseur of poo and know when our fur babies are out of sorts as my Mum used to say. I can clean up either end after a dog, but a human being is not so good and I am likely to join in, though when Hubby was really poorly on the boat with the Novovirus in 2016, I set to and surprised both of us.
Bathing her feet yesterday morning was traumatic. Both of us ended up losing our tempers with her and she bolted which didn’t help. Her feet aren’t open and raw, but she has never liked them touched so this has been a problem. Last night we tried a different tactic, and Hubby got down on the floor in the hall with the bowl and we got her on her back between his legs as we do when cutting her nails. Instead of thrusting her feet in the bowl, we soaked a large cloth and wet her feet that way, dribbling water over them, then dabbing them with the towel. It’s not exactly the correct way to use the shampoo, but it did the job, and while she didn’t fall asleep as she does with nail clipping, she wasn’t as stressed, and neither were we.
I gave her the second antibiotic in two halves in some corned beef as they don’t dissolve as well as the others had and the syringe trick wasn’t working very well, so more stress for the three of us. She ate the meat with no problem, pill and all. She didn’t eat very much yesterday though, just her breakfast and a few biscuits, but at least she’d had something.
Her foot is looking much better, so all being well we won’t have any more expense. She’s had a lousy year healthwise.
I’ll be back later to give you an update.