(I can’t take credit for that witty headline. My brilliant cousin said it ages ago about her two boys.)
We had a rough night.
Lucas’s foot – where the dewclaw was removed – seems to be healing fairly well after his ripping-the-stitches-out incident. They couldn’t restitch it, so instead we have this wound care system that we do at home for 10 minutes twice a day, and he goes in for checkups with the vet.
Our big concern was infection since a piece of bone was removed. Getting an infection in his bone is NOT something I wanted, obviously.
Well, yesterday he started limping. But my parents had been here for a week with their dog Otto, who is one of Lukey’s besties, and the five dogs ran like crazy. So I thought maybe he was just sore. It happens. He has bad hips and joints.
After dinner, he started pacing. He couldn’t settle. He was drooling.
Our first thought was bloat, but his stomach was normal.
We tried taking him out to see if he just needed to “go” and we tried getting him to settle with us on the floor. No dice.
He paced and drooled for five hours straight. At that five-hour mark, it was time to change his bandage, but he refused to sit or lie down, and he was shaking so badly from the exhaustion of pacing and drooling for five hours. We opted not to re-bandage his foot and just taped a sock on.
Afterwards, we lured him to a blanket with some cheese. John sat with him for a long while. He finally put his head down, so we went to bed. He started pacing again around 2 in the morning and kept at it until about 3:30 before going back to bed.
As for this morning… he still hasn’t gotten up for the day after all that exertion.
I don’t know what caused it. I have no idea what happened. But for those of you with fearful dogs, you’ll understand: It was a harrowing glimpse at the “old” Lucas, the Lucas from seven years ago who panicked over plastic bags.
His eyes were dilated. His tail was tucked. His ears were pasted to the sides of his head, and he was frantically looking around the room as he paced, panted, and drooled. He couldn’t/wouldn’t respond to simple requests like sit.
I’m at a loss. I was afraid of infection from his foot, soreness from his joints, a stomach issue, something else entirely… and I have no indication one way or the other.
He goes to the vet Monday morning, but if he gets up this morning and doesn’t seem even a smidge better, I’m going to call over there.
Here’s hoping you have a very happy Friday and a lovely weekend!