O-o-oh No-o-o! It’s Mr. Vet Bill!
I think if I sold the lumber from an entire white pine, I would get less money than we’ve shelled out these past two weeks because of little Fergus having chewed on one measly pine cone. And yes, I am willing to pay for having him happy and healthy once again; I’m just saying that a puppy’s natural instincts can sometimes lead to unnatural amounts of misery. As Livingisdetail put it the other day, this is a cautionary tale.
Yesterday afternoon, two weeks after the pine cone dismantlement, Fergus vomited up two bits of it, as well as a stem — I’m not sure if it’s from an old maple leaf he picked up on the balcony, or an apple stem, but it’s half an inch long (it’s sitting on a dime for size perspective). In the photo above you can see those three bits of flora along with a piece of puppy tooth I found on the living room floor. Fergus is being pummeled from all sides of his digestive system just now.
Anyway, after his evening meals (small portions spaced an hour apart), Fergus started getting a gassy tummy again. E.g. watched him until about 1 in the morning, when Cai, who had gone to bed with me, bounced downstairs to see how the others were. We have two tall plastic bins for our recyclables, which we have been placing in front of the stairs so Fergus won’t go upstairs. Now Cardis, being built long and low, don’t do so well at stopping in mid-staircase. Cai either ran right into the bins or tried to leap over them at the last minute. No, I didn’t sleep through nine petfood tins and seven ginger ale cans hitting the hall floor, thanks for asking. At least Cai didn’t hurt himself.
I sent E.g. to bed and took up the watch; Fergus finally settled down after a goodly chuck-up at 03:00. So we called our brand-new vets, with whom we had already booked an appointment for Saturday, and they saw us this morning at 09:00.
I feel that Fergus will be better monitored by professionals than by E.g. and me. And by Saturday, we’ll have results from a blood test to see if he has pancreatitis (speaking of big red puffy things…) .
This isn’t much of an entry today, but I have twenty minutes to phone Jack’s Mom, take Cai out for a potty break, and maybe even brush my teeth before I need to be at work. Please send up nice thoughts for Fergus, who will eventually be all right, but has been having a little more misery lately than anybody could wish on a puppy.