It started off like any ordinary day. I woke up just before 7 and took my morning medication. I drank some extra water and shook off the fogginess. Heading downstairs is a ritual for me. I put on my warm robe, tuck my cell phone into a pocket, grab my laptop from my office and head down to make my coffee. I check emails and what have you while my coffee is brewing.
But as I walked to my office, I saw a little blob out of the corner of my eye; it was in the middle of the floor of my budding exercise room.
"Ick, Bodhi!" I grumbled, grabbing some tissue.
And then I noticed that the consistency was loose -- not usually a good sign. And then I noticed it had bright red blood in it. After locating the carpet cleaner and scrubbing up that spot, I went back to my room and turned on a light. More little dabs of blood on the rug. I scrubbed those up, too. I knew that I'd have to watch both of the dogs. As Lily is getting older, blood in the stool couldn't be a good sign. With Bodhi, who eats everything, it could have been something he ate (like the twigs and mulch he's fond of).
All was quiet for awhile. No one seemed sick. They both were hungry and thirsty. Could it have been a fluke? I went about my morning.
And then I went down to put a load of laundry in the wash and found another pile, fresher this time. There was clearly bloody mucus on top. (Sorry if you're eating while reading this!) I let Bodhi outside while I cleaned up the latest mess. He started passing pure blood. I grabbed the phone and called hubby, who was on his way home from an appointment. He rushed home and we all headed to the vet.
Bodhi has roundworms!!! He should not have gotten these while taking his Interceptor, so as it turns out the company that makes that product will reimburse us for the vet costs. (Nice....but I guess this was just one of those things). We were there for an hour or so, naturally, and I was a frazzled mess. After everything that has happened with dogs in the last couple of years, I can quickly become overwhelmed with fear during what often turns out to be nothing. I came home and had a tea. Calmed myself down and administered Bodhi's first dose of gut-calming meds (too bad they didn't have one for me, too!). He is now also on a special food for a week or so while he has his deworming powder to kill the little parasites.
No walkies for us today, and it appears that he probably got this from scooping up someone else's poo. That's the most common way for dogs to get the worms, and we have an awful lot of pet owners around here who either (a) let their dogs roam loose and/or (b) don't pick up the poo. And now my poor Bodhi is ill from being an overly-curious and snacky guy.
And my generally happy, friendly guy? Met up with a dog at least 3x his size in the lobby, a large Belgian dog, looked like a Belgian Sheepdog. Soon he had started with the hackles and the growling and a very threatening posture. We figured it was because he was feeling so lousy and just wanted to go home. The man with the Belgian dog couldn't wait to pay and be gone, at which time Bodhi returned to his lovable self. (There was something a tad smug in hubby's face after that, as if to say, "Ha, my dog's tougher than your dog!")
We made it home and all is well. Hopefully I won't start my day tomorrow by scrubbing up poo. I have one appointment tomorrow and then I'll be heading to the ballot box. And after that? I hope that all the people in my life who are on the other side of this debate will just settle down. I am really 100% over the whole thing. It isn't that I don't care, but I'm tired of people trying to convince me to change my mind with information that is incomplete or wrong.
May we have a less stressful day tomorrow (and a big celebration tomorrow night)...D