I had heard of specific horrors of dog ownership, but it wasn’t until yesterday that I had the awful honor of seeing firsthand, the dreaded poopsplosion. I was blissfully unaware of the mess that could be caused by this event.
Bridget and I came home to find Leela standing up in her crate surrounded by an inch or so of feces. Almost all liquid. She was standing on two legs and leaning up against the side of the crate in an attempt to stay out of the mess. It wasn’t working and it was incredibly disgusting. She was visibly upset with her situation and wanted nothing more than to be saved from her ordeal. We took her outside to let her purge any more of her digestive issues and then start with the indoor cleanup. After two hours of cleaning up the kitchen, the crate, and the dog, we finally got settled in and had a semi-normal evening.
Leela woke up around 3:30am and decided she had to go outside. Normally we would just ignore her so she would go back to sleep, but this time, based on previous performance, I decided I would take her outside to do her business. At the exact time that I went outside, my neighbor was exiting her home. I said something to her and nearly scared her to death. We spoke for awhile and she indicated that her dog had experienced similar symptoms on the previous day. This seems to just be a coincidence. The two dogs don’t ever interact.
This morning I decided to work from home so that I could keep an eye on Leela. She ate her breakfast after some coaxing. Around noon I took her outside to go to the bathroom and she did so rather quickly. She still had very running stool. However, this time there was three or four tablespoons of blood mixed in the fray. That’s when I called the vet.
I left the house at 1:00pm and got home at 5:30pm. After she received an external exam, rectal exam, x-rays, and blood work, it was decided to put her on a few drugs. She was also given some subcutaneous fluids to rehydrate her. The x-rays showed nothing of note. The blood work will be back tomorrow. She’s pretty lethargic at this point and will be confined to a diet of rice and chicken broth for awhile. I’ll post details when I know more.
On a related side note the dog needs to get a job. She’s sucking all the money from my wallet.
Sounds like something very similar that happened to us with Bella; it was a typical day, or so i thought … Bella was in bed with us when i woke up. Sarah fed her and I rolled out of bed and made my way to my office only to find about 5-6 large liquid piles of feces. I am not quite sure why she didn’t alarm us in the middle of the night, but it took me all morning to get it out of the carpet. I switched her to rice and broth too, which seemed to do the trick after a few days of the un-pick-up-able sludge! The only real difference was no blood and no empty wallet.
pet ownership = money pit