We had a little excitement around here yesterday. Lewey the Corgi is affectionately known around here as the Garbage Scow. He just eats stuff. It helps that he’s low to the ground, so at the park and on walks, he just runs with his head down and his mouth open, scooping up whatever is in his path. Mostly it doesn’t seem to bother him. Tuesday night he started vomiting rather prodigious quantities of everything he’d eaten, all over the house. It seemed to stop, and yesterday morning he seemed better. Then he ate again, started the cycle all over, and late yesterday we made a vet appointment for him for this morning.
As the evening wore on, he became more and more “not-Lewey”. He was listless and looked fairly pitiful, along with throwing up over and over. By about 11PM when we were getting ready for bed, he couldn’t walk without staggering a bit, and we had to pick him up to carry him upstairs to his bed. We decided to throw in the towel and took him to the all-night emergency vet. Several hours later, after xrays, meds, and poking and prodding, the diagnosis? “We think he must have eaten something.” No kidding. The good news was that it didn’t sound like a bowel obstruction, and he looked like a new man after some fluids and some nausea meds.
This morning? He’s dashing around, ate a little bowl of blended chicken baby food, no throwing up. He’s back at our regular vet now to get their blessing, but I’m pretty sure he’s back to normal. But Buddy, that was my Madrona yarn money. Don’t do that again.