|Dr. Sanford, administering fluids|
Yesterday morning Brooks got sick. As I was cleaning up the mess in the yard, I noticed something strange... A large chunk, about 3 inches long, of corncob. I knew immediately this was not good.
Corncobs are not digestible. If your dog eats them, they may cause obstructions in the stomach or intestines. Their sharp edges may perforate the intestines. Not good.
How on earth did Brooks get a corncob? Since we have a small house and a small fenced yard, I pretty much know where the dogs are at all times. We don't keep food within reach, and keep our trash covered in the cabinet under the kitchen sink. Brooks isn't even a wastebasket tipper like some dogs! All I can think of is that he sneaked into a garbage bag in the brief moments it may have been unattended while we were gathering trash up to take out to the curb. Or the cob entered our yard over the fence, or he scavenged it up while we were at the park.
|At home earlier that day.|
About 9pm Mike and I were still there, and hungry. All I could turn up was a handful of mini tootsie rolls (for us, not the dog) left over from Planet Fitness. But I didn't want to leave.
|Waiting for more xrays.|
11pm Dr. Dietrich arrived and prepared for surgery. We finally went home.
They expected the surgery to take an hour and 1/2. We sat up awaiting the call. Finally about 2am we got the call. They took out two large chunks of corncob in the intestines. He came through the surgery okay.
We had the option of transporting him to the emergency vet clinic where he could be monitored over night, but after much discussion they decided it would be best if he stayed there overnight. It made me sad to think of him all night without anyone to watch over him, should he need anything. But probably he would just sleep.
We called first thing this morning and they said he's doing okay, but he's very sleepy. It took them more than an hour to get him off the tubes last night. He is still not waking up well. We're going to go see him at noon and hope he responds to us. I'm still anxious, but hope that he will come around soon.
I barely want to mention the bill, because at this point all I care about is Brooks getting better. But the number is rising above 2000 already and still climbing. We're just taking care of Brooks right now. That is where I have to focus.
|The first, expelled corn cob|
I'm hoping we can bring Brooks home real soon, and hug him tight, and make him all better.