Ack, it’s been a week since I last posted!
I’ve known I need to post something, but the ideas just aren’t coming. Perhaps because I’ve been stressed out about some health stuff for a couple of months now. (No, not pregnancy.*) Even if the health concern isn’t the sole cause of my ennui, it sure as hell isn’t helping.
And so I’ve stayed quiet post-wise because all I have to give are updates, and I wanted the next update post to be about said health stuff. Which we won’t have information about until Wednesday afternoon. Assuming we get much information.
But I suppose once we do know more, I’ll want the update to focus on that. So it makes sense to do a more general update, which is to say “mostly Pandora news.” Hence “pupdates.”
Pandora is fine
A few weeks ago I said that she’d been puking. A number of tests and an x-ray later, plenty of issues were ruled out, but no firm answer ever came as to why she was upchucking.
It was probably just a fluke — fluke puke! — so next time I’m only going to worry if she vomits for closer to a full day. And/or if she keeps throwing up when we’re not stupidly feeding her after each episode.
Apparently, you want to withhold food until their stomach has settled down. Which, in retrospect… Duh. But at the time we were worried about her losing all her calories because she’s already on a restricted calorie diet. The vet finds her pudginess less adorable than we do.
Anyway, she was (probably needlessly) put on prescription food for digestive health — just long enough to go through two expensive bags of food.
Did I mention that next time I’m just going to let her puke for a bit?
Pandora and goatheads
The one good thing about the tests is that we learned something important: She can’t be trusted alone in our yard any more.
According to the vet, the x-ray showed what looked like gravel, which both Tim and his mom think is actually these damn thorny seeds called goatheads that are everywhere in our yard. They’re nasty things (see the link for pictures), and she sometimes gets one or two stuck in her paw when she’s out in the yard.
We used to take them out for her, but at some point she started just eating them instead. She crunches them up like hard candy, I guess, somehow not getting stabbed in the gums, roof of her mouth or throat.
Anyway, we figured she was eating maybe one a day, if that, so we didn’t worry. Thus we were stunned to find out that x-ray showed them throughout her intestines.
So bad news: We can’t let her out in the yard to play on her own.
Good news: We had a follow-up x-ray done three weeks later. There’s no hint of the stuff in her system, meaning that the seeds aren’t lodging in her stomach lining.
Pandora and the other dog
Just in case we hadn’t had enough Pandora-related freakouts, she got into a scrape with another dog at the dog park.
She likes to wrestle, so she’ll go up and chest-bump other dogs. Tim’s been trying to discourage that because, well, eventually she’d do it to the wrong dog.
Aaaaannnnd last Saturday she did it to the wrong dog.
She ended up with two small teeth marks on her cheek. It wouldn’t have been as scary, but one of the punctures was in a mole, so there was a deep, shiny spot of red on the side of her face.
Thus the calling began.
I didn’t want to take her to an emergency clinic since I suspected she would need just a couple of stitches — and I definitely didn’t want to pay ER prices for those. So I was bound and determined to find a regular vet that was open on weekends.
Normally, we use Banfield offices, but most of those were closed. I found three that were open, but none could take us. I gave up and called a friend who had recently mentioned having a Saturday vet visit.
Unfortunately, her place couldn’t see us either, but it suggested another clinic. Which couldn’t see us but suggested another clinic, which also couldn’t see us but suggested a fourth place. And that place was able to fit us in later that day.
Somehow we got lucky and the place turned out to be a Banfield office. Guess I hadn’t called all of the ones like I thought.This meant thatthe visit itself was free, though we had to pay an after-hours charge because they stayed late to see us.
As it turned out, Pandora didn’t even need stitches, just some doggy aspirin (for inflammation) and antibiotics. All in all, we paid about $45, which was a huge relief — as was, obviously, the fact that Pandora would be fine.
We even had an easy time giving her the medication because Tim just acted like he was giving her treats, so she gobbled them up excitedly.
Happy trivia news
After my concession post, Tim agreed to start going to trivia again. The deal is that I do the ordering so that there’s no more disagreement about how much gets spent. If we spend too much, it’s on me. Which seems fair.
The agreement is also that he can disappear into his DS if the surroundings or new people start to overwhelm him. He’s very sensitive to noise, so sometimes he needs something he can hyperfocus on to block everything out in, say, a crowded bar.
We’ve gone to one trivia event, which went well. We have a couple more planned, including one on Valentine’s Day because I’m horribly unromantic and Tim’s completely done with spending money on holidays.
Another trivia-group event we attended was a Super Bowl party. The host has a swanky apartment** in a building with a super swanky clubhouse. It has a fire pit (s’mores!!!), pool and hot tub, pool tables and a big-ass TV. So Tim and I decided that the surroundings, drinks, food and company were worth putting up with a football game.
I drank copiously (by my standards), ate copiously (by anyone’s standards) and bonded with the gal throwing the party. Tim played pool — including gleefully and handily beating two of the attendees — and soaked in the hot tub when his back acted up.
So a good time was had by all.
What did you guys do for Super Bow Sunday?
* I think I’m going to have to put that until I hit menopause, just to avoid getting readers’ hopes/worry up when I’m vague about health issues.
** No, she’s not a spender. She’s a traveling physician’s assistant, and this time the company inexplicably chose an upscale place.