I’m one of those dog owners who doesn’t jump at taking my dog to the vet at first sign that something might be wrong. Whether this is right or wrong, I just feel that dogs have been being said dogs for years now – so if said owner’s dog (who shall remain nameless – ahem, Fitzwilliam) swallows a plate full of spareribs, thus lodging half a pig in his stomach, then chances are he’ll be okay. If I don’t see a change in the creature over the course of a couple of days or a week, then I just assume that he’ll continue on his merry doggy little way and be just fine. I mean, hey, bones dissolve.
And really, it’s the same with doctors, for me at least. Though James would wholeheartedly agree, I don’t go to the doctor unless I absolutely have to – why spend the money? Why waste my time when I really don’t have some life-threatening eye disease, but have just worn my contacts too long? (Case in point: March 2011).
Granted, I don’t have – human – children yet, so you all you mama’s out there can freely insert the “I told you so” into my life when said equation really does come true.
But back to the dog: a couple of weeks ago, I began noticing that Mr. Darcy (said beloved canine) wasn’t drinking water like he normally does. I mean, we exercise this dog hard – he’s going on walks and runs and Chuck It sessions daily. He’s living the dream. So when he stopped drinking water from his bowl, and I began seeing the bowl remain at its same level for days on end, I tried not to be too worried about it. But after a week’s worth of time, the questions began flooding my mind.
But what if he’s now starving for lack of water?
What if he’s dehydrated beyond repair, and I’ve essentially killed my dog?
What if he’s not drinking water because I read once in Their Eyes
Were Watching God that surely this means he has rabies. No! Not rabies – he’s up to date on his shots!
So I grabbed the turkey baster and his bowl full of water, and began feeding my dog through kitchen utensil. And realized that I probably needed to stop taking measures into my own hands, and book an appointment with the vet.
In we went yesterday, and the vet answered all of my questions (including the one about rabies) without even a smirk on his face. And he gave me instructions to continue to watch Mr. Darcy, to see if he wasn’t just getting water from another source, because actually, the dog was just fine, and completely not dehydrated.
Dr. Seth: “Well, what about the toilet? Could he be getting water from there?”
Concerned doggy mama: “Oh, absolutely not! I mean, I swear I watch him like a hawk, and I would know if he was drinking out of the toilet.”
Case in point – it’s always then good to consult one’s husband before spending $55 on a vet visit that left you convinced that your dog had some unknown anti-water drinking disease, while the vet, hiding his smirk, came to the same medical conclusion as your husband: toilet water.
Indeed, the hubs concluded that either the dog had been drinking out of the toilet, or I’d been having quite the party in our guest bathroom.
Needless to say, we’re not following up with any blood work for MD.0