Monday, June 20, 2011

Sleeping it off

Monday morning, four dogs into town: 

1.  Romeo to CASPCA for neuter, vaccinations, and heartworm test;
2.  Max to CASPCA for neuter, vaccinations, and heartworm test;
3.  Maddie to Animal Connections vet for vaccinations and heartworm test;
4.  Bo to Animal Connections vet for exam and beginning of heartworm treatment.

The drop off at CASPCA went smoothly, no problems, so I went on the next stop.  The vet came out and right away didn't want to treat Bo today.  He wanted to do two more weeks of doxy (he's already had two weeks of it), and do xrays of his chest.  Fine, I left them and came back home.  This is not a vet that I've done heartworm treatment with before and I swear, none of them do it the same way.  It appears that this is going to be a three month process, at a minimum with this vet.

Late afternoon I go back to town and pick up from the vet first.  Maddie was fine, heartworm negative (whew!) and she's now vaccinated a ready to go.  Bo was fine, we got more doxy; they did the xrays and an EKG and I haven't yet talked to the vet about the results of all that. 

Poor Bo is just scared of everything.  He had probably never been to town before, never been to a vet, never walked on a tile floor.  He's a sweet, sweet boy, he just has no worldly life experience.  I've been keeping him by himself because he's going to have to be that way for some time after the treatment whenever we finally get it done.  But he's a nice guy and like most rotties, he really responds to loving.  Unfortunately, it seems that most of the human contact directed towards him in the past has been hostile; the dog definitely show signs of being abused.  But he's friendly and wants friendly human contact.  To the assholes in Fluvanna County who once owned this dog, I can only say "fuck you, eat shit and die you lowlife bastards."   

Max, after surgery

 
Max, the male black lab also tested negative for heartworm (again, whew!) and he got vaccinated and seems to have had an uneventful neuter.  The same was true for Romeo.  I tried showing Romeo some cats while we were at the SPCA but he was still too groggy to care one way or the other.  He will need a trip to the regular VGSR vet anyway because he has some patches of hair loss that need to be looked at.  We will try to meet cats on that trip, probably later this week. 

This evening Max and Romeo are in crates up in my office sleeping it off. 




Romeo, settled into a crate for the night


1 comment:

BudsBuddy said...

Most of the rotties we have adopted have been much like Bo. Pretty much left alone in a kennel and treated harshly if at all by the lowlife bastards who own them. They generally come around quite quickly with a plenty of kindness and yummy treats! Our Storm was the most anti-social of all our rotts. It's taken 18 mos, but he went to a BBQ with us on Sat and was a perfectly happy gentleman, friendly to everyone. Especially if they gave him a piece of their hotdog ;) Best wishes to Bo for an easy recovery from the HW treatment.