Long Winter’s Journey into Spring

March 13, 2008

air tear

Poggles is poorly. And being a Cardigan Welsh Corgi, a very intelligent dog, he managed to display all his poorlies at once.

Like most of the dogs around the neighbourhood, he’s loved the piles of snow we’ve been getting all winter. He’s ploughed into it up to his neck, he’s dolphined among the drifts, he’s skidded on the slippy bits, he’s crunched through the crusts. Unfortunately, the snow hasn’t loved him back.

So, um, gee, he’s limping.

Not that he gives a hoot. Where’s the throw toy? Bring it on! But on Monday we said no, not today. When not today became not yesterday and he was still limping, I made an appointment at the pet clinic for that same afternoon.

On the hobble over to the vet’s , pupster decided the doctor could use a stool sample. Not pretty. Unsure if vanilla-scented poopy bags counted as specimen containers, I placed the bag strategically in the trash outside the clinic. When I told the vet what it contained, he had me retrieve it.

Final stats: poggles has a clostridium infection and a pulled string of letters, like ACL or ALT or NHL or something. The clostridium’s in his belly and the pulled thingy is in his right hind leg. In order to confirm and remedy these two problems, the vet ordered a blood test, a stool test, five tabs of flagyl, 14 caps of amoxicillin, one bottle of metacam, and two weeks’ house arrest.

Doggikins starts the metacam (an anti-inflammatory) tomorrow night; the belly bacteria needed to be zapped first. Since then, we’ve been going outside almost twice as often, but only for about ten minutes. He hasn’t played ball now for four days, and hasn’t been off leash for two. Usually indifferent, polite, or friendly with strangers, tonight he spoke to two passersby in a row, something that sounded like:

WHAT ARE YOU LOOKIN’ AT? BY GOLLY, YOU’RE ASKIN’ FOR IT! JUST LEMME CATCH YOU! YOU PUT ONE TOE ON MY PARKETTE, I’LL LEARN YA FOR SURE! I WILL! I WILL! WILL! WILL!

I sure hope metacam induces drowsiness. Don’t worry, I won’t let poggles drive.