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Wednesday, March 23, 2005
adventures in dogsitting

Why am I blogging at 1:45am? Well, I just got back from the animal emergency hospital. Always a great place to be in the middle of the night. I ought to be wiped out from panicking about the dog, driving said dog to the hospital, and driving back without the dog, knowing that if anything goes wrong with her during the night, they'll call me. So, I'm not tired, I am wide awake. I noticed tonight the dog wasn't feeling so good. I'm mostly a cat person- I just dogsit for a few select dogs sometimes, so I know more about a cat not feeling good than a dog. But, I could tell she was a little off. She ate dinner, took a long walk, and hung out with me on the couch as usual. But then, when it came time to go to sleep I knew something was wrong. The dog sleeps in bed next to me and has for the past few nights so I am used to what her doggy breathing sounds like. When I turned out the light tonight, I realized she wasn't breathing right. She was also not so quick to wake up. Thank goodness for the internet (what did people do for this kind of info before google?) as I grabbed my laptop and googled "dog vital signs" and used my watch to count her breathing. About twice as fast as it should have been... and that can't be good. I checked other websites just to make sure the info was correct, and called the emergency room. Soon I was driving over there in a car that I'm not really used to driving. (I love driving a standard, but I am a tad rusty.) I'll try to make this long story short. The rest is all details, but the dog is not next to me in bed right now. She's getting a gas bubble (something the vet called "prelude to bloat") pumped out of her little tummy. Who knew that poodles could get something called "bloat" that can turn serious and deadly by making their stomachs flip over? Anway, I guess it was good that I took her to the hospital when I did, and I just hope now that she'll be fine and ready for me to pick up in the morning! So, yes, these are the hazards of dogsitting. I really don't mind it though. From having 2 cats with cardiomyopathy, I am used to watching how animals breathe. I guess my family's worrying nature comes in handy sometimes. My nana used to stay and watch for everyone to come home from her kitchen window and worry if someone were late. My mom used to call highway patrol if my dad was late home from work. I come from a long line of worriers. So, worrying is not so unhealthy all the time, especially when it comes to not being able to fall asleep because you are worrying about the dog next to you not breathing correctly. Okay. I'm rambling now. blogging has now made me sufficiently sleepy. good night!

posted by knit wit | 3/23/2005 01:45:00 AM

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