The Oopsie Poopsie

A Monday at the end of January was an interesting day for all of us...mainly my Mommy and me. I went to work with Mommy. Uncle J (one of the guys that works at the shelter with the dogs) gave all of the doggies gourmet rawhide bones. He gave me and Rover (who's a 3 yr old, BLIND, Bluetick hound doggie) ones in the same yard, though, which is a no-no in a shelter, and even at home sometimes with more than one doggie. Rover and I are really good friends, and we love to play together! I pounce on him and he pounces on me, but then I move a little bit and he goes to pounce on me again...but I'm not there! He loves to mouth on my ears! And he's very sweet! Still waiting for a good home, though!

So Rover and I scrapped a little bit over the bones (nothing too big-no biting, just mouthing and growling at each other-bone jealousy) until J realized his mistake and separated us. So I finished mine up and Rover munched on his. Later in the day, Mommy was coming to put me in the kennel so she could let the feral Corgi's come out to play. She opened a kennel and said, "Bailey, kennel" at the same time that J was opening Rover's kennel (right next to the one Mommy wanted me in) to grab him to go on a run together. (Yup-Rover walks and runs really well on a leash!) So I waltzed into Rover's kennel and grabbed what was left of his bone (the outer shell) from his bed before scampering back out to the dog run. Mommy was horrified! She kept saying, "Bailey! Bring that back! Poor Rover! First you beat up a blind dog and now you're stealing his bone!! Shame on you! Kennel!" I ran into the kennel she wanted me to go into...still holding Rover's bone. Uncle J was laughing at me and Mommy was hiding her face behind her hands. Uncle J said, "Oh it's ok-it's just the outer shell-there's not much left of it anyhow." Just then, someone called Mommy up to the front office to help someone out with some information on an animal or something. So I continued to eat Rover's bone. Yum-O!

Mommy and I went home (about 6:30ish) and went on our walk, then inside to see Daddy. His back is still hurting him a lot, so I took it easy on him when we were playing together. Well, at about 9:30 I started prancing around the house and whining at the door---I had to go OUT if ya know what I mean!! So Mommy took me out, all the time saying, "Boy you're acting weird! What's gotten into you?" She was about to find out!

Blech-let me tell you how nasty I felt all night! I had what Mommy and Daddy called...The Squirts.

I pulled my Mommy so fast to my potty spot that she was running behind me! (I never pull, by the way, I'm an excellent walker 97% of the time) I had to go 3 times every hour or so!! I don't want to gross you out--but I'm going to a little anyhow! (Most of you know how it is anyway with doggies or kitties and poo.) It was super runny and stinky and mustardy brown. Ick. Mommy and Daddy felt so bad for me! They weren't sure what was wrong at all! I wasn't sure either; I just knew my belly felt nasty! Daddy had to go to work at 10:30 and Mommy stayed up with me all night-every time I started walking to the door she clipped my leash on so I could drag her out to my poopie spot. So Mommy sent a text message to Kristin at 3:30am, thinking she'd just call her back whenever she woke up and hopefully by then we'd have it all done and over with and we wouldn't need to call the vet. But Kristin calls back after reading the text and asks Mommy all kinds of questions about what I ate during the day. Mommy told her about how I stole Rover's bone...and said that it was probably the cause of my poopies-because I'd had TWO. But she couldn't be sure. Kristin and her girlfriend, Kat, came over at about 4:30 and brought Mommy a bag of fluid (in case I got dehydrated from so much pooping cause Mommy didn't have a bag at the house...and I wasn't drinking water really, even though Mommy kept pushing my bowl in front of me and squeezing a paper towel in my mouth), some Immodium and some blue Gatorade. I was so happy to see them-even though I felt awful! They asked Mommy to describe what all was going on again, and I heard Mommy say, "It was projectile. If I was being attacked I could've picked her up and shot her poo at them. It was coming out so fast and was explosive!" Kristin had Mommy take her out to see my poo--which probably looked very odd to people driving by at that time...two women outside with a flashlight at 4:30am, inspecting poop. But Kristin wanted to make sure there wasn't any blood in it. And there wasn't, thank goodness. They gave me one immodium and squeezed some Gatorade in my mouth (it's actually kind of tasty) and then loved all over me. So after Kristin and Kat left at 5, Mommy laid with me and I snuggled up against her while she said, "What an awesome boss I have Bailey! Who else out there can say that their boss would come to their house in the middle of the night for a doggie with The Squirts? Just to make sure it's not serious?" I agreed with Mommy completely! (Note from Mommy: Kristin and Kat have a special relationship with Bailey-they fostered her for a while when she had her puppies--you can read about that in her previous entries. I really do have an awesome boss-it wasn't even a life threatening situation...and it could have waited until morning, but she wanted to make sure I had the IV bag and brought me the Immodium and Gatorade so I wouldn't have to leave Bailey alone in the house holding in her poopsies. She'd do that kind of act of kindness for anyone on our staff. She rocks!)

Okay, Mommy's done typing her note, so back to me!! I went to the potty still a couple of times every hour till about 8am, and that's when the Immodium kicked in! Whew! THANK GOODNESS!! I still didn't feel like eating, but Mommy had pulled my dish up anyhow, so I couldn't if I'd wanted to. I kept drinking Gatorade and water together and Mommy checked my skin, eyes and gums all throughout the night. I fell asleep and the last thing I heard Mommy say was, "Poor Rover. He probably came back from his run and said, 'Where's my bone? I left it on the bed!"

So that was my story from Monday (and Tuesday I guess). I know it may seem like a strange story to share-but it was really quite funny, to them anyhow, once they realized what caused me to feel icky. That darn bone I stole from the blind dog.

Survey for Pets: A Little Bit About Me

Survey for Pets
WHAT TYPE OF PET ARE YOU?: I am a doggie
WHAT BREED ARE YOU?: Pure Mutt--a little Shepherd, Retriever and some Hound
WHAT IS YOUR NAME?: Bailey
MALE OR FEMALE?: Female
LONG OR SHORT HAIRED?: Short-er hair
WHAT NICK NAMES DO YOU HAVE?: Bendy, Deer Dog, Goofy Girl, Baby Bailey
WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES?: Gold and brown
HOW OLD ARE YOU?: 2 years and 3 months
HOW LONG AS YOUR OWNER HAD YOU?: For 3 months
HOW MANY OWNERS DO YOU HAVE?: Just 2-Mommy and Daddy
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE TOY?: Yikes! That's a toughie! Probably my Squeaky Hedgehog!
WHERE DO YOU SLEEP?: Downstairs I'll sleep on one of my two beds, or in front of the doorway. Upstairs on my bed looking out the window or in the hallway.
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SPOT IN THE HOUS/OUTSIDE?: Looking out the window upstairs while lying in bed
DO YOU ALWAYS WALK OR ARE YOU CARRIED?: I'm a walker
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE TREAT?: Pig Ears or Rawhides--they're "every so often" treats..but I also love my Mommy's homemade treats! They're all tasty!
DRY OR WET FOOD?: Nutro Natural Dry with some Vita-Gravy
ARE YOU POTTY TRAINED?: Very much so
YES & NO
ARE YOU NEUTERED?: I'm SPAYED
DO YOU HAVE OR HAVE HAD CHILDREN?: I have had 9 puppies, who were all adopted from the shelter I came from!
ARE YOU SOCIAL?: Very!
DO YOU LIVE WITH OTHER ANIMALS?: Some bugs--but no siblings for me yet
DO YOU LIKE GOING OUTSIDE?: I LOVE going outside!!! I'm an outdoor doggie!
DO YOU LIKE WATER?: Yup-love that, too!
DO YOU WEAR A COLLAR?: I do-it's a sunset burnt orange-very outdoorsy girl
DO YOU EAT ANYTHING OTHER THEN PET FOOD?: Only Mommy's homemade treats or meals sometimes (appropriate for doggie diets, of course). I don't do table scraps.
DO YOU SHED?: Yes--I'm getting rid of my winter coat as we speak!
HOW MUCH DOES MOMMY AND/OR DADDY LOVE YOU?: They love me SO much---they'd do anything for me!
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