I've lost a small child!
Last night was my scariest night as a pet owner...
I came home from work at six and entered the house, noticing the distinct smell of crap. At first I thought it was some trash laying about or that the dog had gotten out and done something nearby, but I went upstairs to find poor Beltane covered in diarrhea. I got her out of her crate and got her outside where she proceeded to continue having diarrhea. I took her back inside to give her a bath, but then took her outside again because she needed to go...again. Before we went outside she started drinking water like it was going out of style. We went outside and she proceeded to vomit the water up. The drinking and vomitting continued a few more times and each time she got weaker. She also kept wandering away from me and trying to just dig a hole in a pile of leave and lay down. I think it was the digging and wandering that finally got me the most. Around this point Tim finally got home and I had gotten a call back from the emergency vet. For the rest of the evening we only let her have a little bit of water at a time, and slowly she perked up, but there were times that she couldn't even get herself to stand. Happily, this morning she is almost all the way back to being the happy dog that we've come to know.
In other news, yesterday was the second round of our Biggest Loser competition at work. It's been four weeks and I have lost 14 pounds! (Sadly this is only 4.96% of my body weight...you math geniuses out there can figure where I was and where I'm at now...) From my worst weight ever, I have lost 40 pounds, which is completely unbelievable to me. Basically, I've lost an amount of fat equal to a small child (or my dog). So far it hasn't been too bad going, although the last two weeks were definitely harder than the first two. I'm still hoping that I can manage to win the contest and get the money, but we'll see. If I do win, Jenn is treating herself to a massage, manicure, and pedicure. :)
I came home from work at six and entered the house, noticing the distinct smell of crap. At first I thought it was some trash laying about or that the dog had gotten out and done something nearby, but I went upstairs to find poor Beltane covered in diarrhea. I got her out of her crate and got her outside where she proceeded to continue having diarrhea. I took her back inside to give her a bath, but then took her outside again because she needed to go...again. Before we went outside she started drinking water like it was going out of style. We went outside and she proceeded to vomit the water up. The drinking and vomitting continued a few more times and each time she got weaker. She also kept wandering away from me and trying to just dig a hole in a pile of leave and lay down. I think it was the digging and wandering that finally got me the most. Around this point Tim finally got home and I had gotten a call back from the emergency vet. For the rest of the evening we only let her have a little bit of water at a time, and slowly she perked up, but there were times that she couldn't even get herself to stand. Happily, this morning she is almost all the way back to being the happy dog that we've come to know.
In other news, yesterday was the second round of our Biggest Loser competition at work. It's been four weeks and I have lost 14 pounds! (Sadly this is only 4.96% of my body weight...you math geniuses out there can figure where I was and where I'm at now...) From my worst weight ever, I have lost 40 pounds, which is completely unbelievable to me. Basically, I've lost an amount of fat equal to a small child (or my dog). So far it hasn't been too bad going, although the last two weeks were definitely harder than the first two. I'm still hoping that I can manage to win the contest and get the money, but we'll see. If I do win, Jenn is treating herself to a massage, manicure, and pedicure. :)