This is Taz
He is the sweetest pooper on the planet. Last Sunday he was not doing too well, in fact, we have been feeling like he might not be around much longer. We feel lucky we still have him. First, he is 10 years old, which is 70 for those of us who know what his real age is. Second, he just doesn’t get that much exercise. Sorry, my top priority is NOT walking the dog. And third, he seems to be ailing a bit lately. So back to last Sunday, he was puken his guts out. I was really starting to feel concerned. We all know the vet is home enjoying his family and maybe doesn’t want to be disturbed, but I was really worried. So I called the vet, (he did put his home phone # in the phone book. Would you put your home phone # in the phone book if you didn’t want to be called on a Sunday?) He met us at his office to take a look.
We’re thinking this is it!!!
We won’t get to have our sweet little Taz anymore. The vet feels around his belly, takes his temp, and basically gives him the once over.
And then annouces that he has “garbage gut”. Garbage gut? Yup, garbage gut! It means he got into the garbage and ate something that was bad. We were back tracking over the last few days, we did leave him in the car while we ran in the store. Maybe he got in the garbage in the van. And we did have a family party on Friday, maybe someone fed him something that’s not agreeing with him. Or, he might have just got in the kitchen garbage after everyone ate pizza. On and on we wondered. What a relief! Thank goodness he’ll make it. We thought he was on death’s door, but he only had garbage gut! He did get his rabies shot. We thought, “We might as well since we are here”. We also got a bottle of antibiotics. He is doing great now, and we will be watching him a lot closer from now on!
