May 31st 2011 11:15 am
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My holiday weekend started out as most of my holiday weekends start out. Mother thinking we should all go on some family excursion that involves ridiculous amounts of physical activity. Naturally I always balk at such outings preferring to take up my position on the sofa and watch the boob tube with dear old dad. Laugh all you want...snacks are always involved along with a good belly rub.
Of course it was not meant to be....mother rudely said lets go fatty's this is the nickname she uses for dad and I. Supposedly it is a term of endearment, I know an insult when I hear one and don't buy that for a moment. Grudgingly I heaved myself up and out the door.
We go frolic about the trail ..I admit I may have had fun. Giving chase to small rodents and of course Sadie :)
Finally mom called it, as it was getting hot. Jake and I have no tolerance for the heat and can be a tad dramatic about it.
We get home take a nice long snooze all seems well...I get up and I'm moving kind of slow. Mom thinks I am just being, well me and not wanting to go out. So of course I get carried out to do my buisness. Which I promptly do but I am having some trouble getting up the steps....finally mom is worried!
Dad is called and told what is happening...I get a rather thorough once over. Dad says to mom...he thinks I am just a bit sore from running about like a mad man all morning. I eat my dinner all is good...till about 2:30 am, boy did I loose my belly...geez I got sick and continued to get sick every hour. Then I got the shakes and may have cried a bit...nothing I am admitting to.
Well needless to say promptly at 7:30 am I hauled off to the vets office. Dr Matt takes me right in. I have been in this stinking place all freaking day!!! After some blood work and some X-Rays turns out I got into something I should not have. I am not telling them a thing! I admit nothing!! I endured being poked and prodded at all day I am miserable. I get to go home about 4 or so with a bag of meds turns out I will be A.. O.. K.
Good thing because I think my mother and Riley are loosing it without me...those two girls can be a bit clingy you know how girls are. I will miss the ladies at the vets office fussing over me, I am a real charmer :)
Mom was so scared I hurt my back...turns out when doxies get gassy bloated belly aches, it can be confused for back pain. Of course the Doc was much more eloquent in his description.
Mom did not know what was happening between the lack of movement and the vomiting the drama queen had me getting my last rites...geez mom, nice real nice!!
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well that is a bit scary to say the least. I know how you feel about just laying on the couch and chillin, I guess Mom won't make you go out on that excursion again...I'm so glad that you are ok and feeling better!
Petey, I am liking my chances of becoming a full time man of leisure :) It was scary and poor mom has not had any sleep, crying all day, waiting to hear about me. She almost fell down when she found out I will be ok...all kinds of things were running through her mind...you know how moms love to worry.
So very, very glad you are going to be ok Logan, but what a scare it had to be for your pawrents!!! I know it's hard to stay out of things when out on an adventure but please don't eat anything you find on the trail again!
Wuv & Woofs!
Rain & Family
Oh my dog! I bet you gave your momma a good scare! Thank dog, you are tough like me ~ iron gut Logan!
This weekend was tough...I'm still feeling a little under the weathfur. Of course, Mom's keeping an eagle eye on me at all times. I know you'll be better in a flash.
You could take some tips from Max, you know, for future walks ~ he's very picky about what he eats. Only eating grass salads when we're out. I have not learned that lesson yet. Sometimes it works against me BOL!
POTP!!! and big hugs and smooches, pal!
OMD!! I about had a heart attack when we saw your headline... (How is that for drama)
Thank dog for GAS... and of course drama queens that care enough to fuss over GAS.
Now youg man... Give it up.. What did you scarf down in your rompings...I can only imagine and in fact.. Might be a little jealous... I always go for the Goose Poop but Mom must like it more than me cuz she is always there before me to stop me..
So glad you are OK!!
Hugs & Kisses
Oh noes... we're glad you're okay!!! *hugs*
OMD, Wogan :O I r gwad yu r gonna be ok, dood!! Yeah, tell us whut yu eated, so we will kno' tu aboid it :D
I can not disclose the information as it is top secret :) I will tell you I have recovered enough from my ordeal to go outside and roll about in some smell good :) Mom for some crazy reason did not think it smelled good...surely women you will not bath me...I am on my last leg for dogs sake...she just laughed and tossed me into the tub...rotten women :(
Oh, Logan, I understand your wish to be pampered and live the life of leisure, but really you shouldn't be QUITE
this determined to prove your point! Sorry about the split post--had to type with big paws! ;) I'm glad you are gonna be ok. Make sure you give your mama some extra lovies to make up for scaring the willies out of her!