Poor little boy has all sorts of GI crazy going on. A couple days ago, he had me up intermittently all night because of vomiting. I carted him into the clinic the following day and took an abdominal rad of him which really was unremarkable. This made me pretty happy because he, even at 7 yo, has a bad habit of eating stupid things and I was super worried that he might have a GI foreign body. And, let me tell you, doing a surgery on one of my dogs makes me more than a little sad.
So, given there was nothing interesting in his stomach and bowel on imaging, I treated him for gastroenteritis with meds for acute vomiting.
Brings us to today. He was still feeling pretty dumpy, although he continues to have a great appetite. He now also has wicked bloody diarrhea which is pretty explosive and leaves him with a pretty sore hind-end. Fortunately, he did happen to vomit up a black, plastic foreign body this afternoon. Post-black-object-vomitus, Ruger has been resting more comfortably and I have subsequently added metronidazole to his meds. The best part of his entire vomit fest is that the Hubs is camping with a friend (hunting and all that jazz) and I am again on-call all weekend. I am super exhausted from staying up with the little man and I had to do an emergency euthanasia which kept me up until around 2 am this morning. I cannot even tell you how excited I am to have a 3rd doctor to rotate the weekends with. Especially with the tiny human on the way.
Funny thing through all of this is that all I can think is thank heavens I can treat the mister man on my own…wonder if that would be kosher on one’s own child 😉