I know I still owe you the prequel to the last story about eating soap but “Shame on You” will have to wait for another day as we had a bit of an adventure this afternoon. As I have alluded to, Zoe and I have been taking classes at a training center that also teaches police dogs. This was our fourth lesson (each) with good stories I plan to release in an upcoming blog – but that is later in our pub strategy…after “Shame on You” which has been bumped back by today’s events which I think I already mentioned.
About 15 minutes into our one hour session with MaryAnne (MA), Zoe once again took center stage. This time, rather than laying down and refusing to stand up as she was being dragged across the floor or standing on her hind legs and mouthing mom, dad OR our trainer, Zoe decided to squat and relieve herself. All of us that really know her were quite shocked as she never pees inside. Mom was with her at the time and initially was unaware of this indiscretion on the part of Zoe until MA alerted her to this fact. From the vantage point of MA, dad, and myself the spillage looked rather dark for urine but we thought it was just the lighting in the building. Then as mom looked down with a shocked look on her face “we” all realized it was due to the pee being composed largely of blood! Of course I was already aware of this the second she started voiding her bladder as I had already detected the distinct iron-esque odor of blood in the air…and if I am to be honest, I smelled she wasn’t quite right before we even left the house but I was too excited by the opportunity for a car ride!
MA approached the “accident” and immediately looked concerned saying she had seen blood specks in urine before but nothing close to this flood coming from my sister Zoe. She got out the mop and bucket and we continued our training. Once again the little drama queen was unable to distract the lesson plan for the day. However, in between shouting out orders for us, MA was Googling “blood in dog urine” and texting vet friends to see how urgent this medical condition was. But still the lesson continued. The verdict was if Zoe didn’t have an elevated core body temperature (fever) she probably was OK but should be monitored for the next 24 hours. However, since my parents had plans for the evening they opted to go to the emergency vet to make sure she wasn’t in immediate peril.
So off to the Blue Pearl clinic that brought Sammy back from the dead a number of years ago.
Here we are awaiting the vet:
As it turns out – the vet who had the same name as my mom – said she still had a lot of stuff in her bladder so she was able to get a sample and determined it was “just” a UTI – no crystals had formed suggesting it was still early times in the infection process. Phew. Just a week or two of antibiotics and she should be back to her same annoying self which I suspect will happen even sooner as she was already walking on (frozen) water – which reminds me of yet another story I have to tell when Snowy visited us this fall – as we were waiting for mom to pay for the whole affair…
That is if she doesn’t get further sick from the chunk of butter out of the frying pan tonight, or the pork chop bone she stole out of the trash after dinner. Thus “Queenie” kept our parents home with us for the evening.
No concerns about my health though as I may have shred the hanger that my mother had her favorite shirt drying on, but I was smart enough not to ingest any of the parts…Zoe almost got a piece but dad caught her and shook it out of her mouth before the swallowing occurred. We should tell you some time about the gorgeous surprise left on the front stoop. Only made it to the back for about 30 seconds :).