A) The busy street in an affluent downtown neighborhood
B) Some sort of seminar, with a targeted interest assessment
C) The lobby of the emergency vet clinic, at 1:30 am, when the young, exhausted, frazzled, and very worried couple that entered with a dog 3 hours earlier has just returned without it.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, last night (or technically, very early this morning), someone chose C for approaching enveri and myself. I think I managed to mutter something about it not being a good time, as we shouldered past. All I could think about was that episode of The Simpsons where Gil (the ever-failing salesman) tries to make an Amway pitch in the middle of an AA meeting.
For those that didn't know, yes, we have a dog now. We adopted her about a week and a half ago, through a samoyed rescue league. Her previous owners had to give her up, so rather than fostering her, then adopting her out, they just adopted her straight to us. She's amazingly sweet and pretty, and those pictures do not do her justice. We'll post more once we take some!
As for the animal hospital...enveri and I have spent most of the last couple days in one hospital or another, trying to figure out what happened. Briana was happy and energetic for the first week, charming the dickens out of anyone foolish enough to enter her Cuteness Sphere. Then, when I got home from work Monday, she seemed to be in rather severe pain. By the time enveri got home, it was bad enough that we decided to take her to the local clinic.
There, she promptly charmed the heck out of the tech, who stated in no uncertain terms, "I'm gonna make the other techs hold you for the bad stuff! You and me will be friends!" She then gave Bree a treat. It was most endearing. They ended up giving her an exam, and doing some bloodwork. Everything looked fine, no heartworms, but the platelets came back a bit low.
With some meds, we went home. I spent Tuesday observing her. She actually seemed to perk up around noon, and was walking around normally for a few hours. By 4-5ish, though, she had collapsed and could barely move. She was shaking, and crying out periodically. So, since the clinic was closed, we took her to the emergency clinic a half hour away (witness the opening anecdote).
The emergency clinic verified the low platelets, but traced the pain to a sore neck. No discernable cause for either, leaving us with such fun possibilities as autoimmune disease, tumors, and tick-borne illness. With those stewing in our heads, and many hundreds of dollars in tests lined up for the following day, we went home at 1:30am, to catch a call from the samoyed rescue's head.
She asked if we'd be able to take Bree up to Milwaukee, where there's a vet that a) specializes in the breed, and conditions they are prone to, and b) works with the rescue for discounted rates. She was very concerned for Bree (didn't blame us for any of it, actually seemed quite impressed by the levels we'd been going to to get things sorted out), and said the rescue would pick up the bill if we could get her up there.
So, after far too little sleep, we got up, and split paths. enveri headed to work, while I headed back to the emergency clinic to pick up Bree and the X-rays they'd already done (fortunately, since they hadn't done the bulk of the tests yet, the bill was substantially less than we'd feared). She was in the worst shape yet, and cried most of the way up to Milwaukee.
The vet there was very friendly, concerned, and professional. His first guess was that the low platelets may have been caused by the previous draws (both from the cephalic vein, the one in the dog's forearm). He took a jugular sample, and ran a CBC on it. Came back just fine, which was a huge relief. That left the neck pain. We've got her on steroids for that now, while we wait for a bunch more bloodwork to come back (to give more info on tick-borne stuff, plus just to make sure everything really *was* okay).
But tonight...she's a new dog. I got her home from Milwaukee around 1:30pm, and gave her her first prednisone dose. By the time enveri got home (I'd gone straight to work after medicating and getting Bree settled, had a lot to catch up on), she was trotting around, wagging her butt off, almost back to her normal self. It's an amazing relief.
So, after all that, I'm pretty exhausted :P I'm sure enveri is too, and our portion of the bills were quite a heavy blow, but...our little cottonball is worth it :)
Something good: Wee Heavy soon!
Something bad: Flat tonic
Something disturbing: That lady in the vet's office. How broken do you have to be to do that?!