Thursday, March 5, 2020

Pocket and the Very Bad and Messy Week


Oh, what a terrible, horrible, awful week I had. It began early on a Wednesday morning. Daddy heard a strange noise, like someone trying to force a baby rabbit down a water slide.  It was my belly. I have had a troublesome tummy for years. The doctors called it “stress colitis.” It is an apt term. When I get colitis, I get stressed. Loud, unexpected, or high pitched sounds can turn everything in my body into water, which I expel, bit by bit out my butt. The noises, which I named “Prelude to diarrhea,” is like the newest Jurassic Park movie.  It promises to be bigger, badder, and faster moving.

I don’t eat when I am not feeling well.  Basically, I need to be perfect, and the weather 60 degrees and sunny, or I ain’t eating.  But on Thursday morning, I happily ate my food, then marched into the kitchen and left a river of poop smelling foulness you can’t even imagine. 


My parents and I have an agreement:  They don’t get mad when I have an accident on a bad belly day, and I never mention it again.  I want to say that was the only accident I had that day, but it would be a lie. Whenever there is something foul inside of me, I want to get it out like it is Damian, and I am Rosemary in the delivery room pushing like a trucker trying to hide an illegal rig under an off-road bridge with the staties on his tail.


After my major eruption, I left little dribs and drabs everywhere:  On the couch, the recliner, Mommy’s bath mat, and towel. River told me that I don’t know how to fart.  She says that most dogs just fart, but I fart and push until something pops out. “It’s a good thing you never got pregnant,” she said.  “First, cramp, and you would shoot the kids across the room.”


For years I have followed the same pattern.  I have a bad day, then I get it out, and I am good for a few weeks.  Usually, on squeaky tummy days, I skip breakfast, which gives my tummy time to rest.  But that morning, I had breakfast, and that set off an unprecedented series of events.


The next morning I felt worse.  I wanted nothing to do with food.  I turned my nose up and my butt down to everything. While Daddy worked, I left poo puddles for Mommy to find.  After a particularly revolting poop, I began eating again. That is what I do when I am healed. Big poop, big eat, get on with life. My parents thought that the issues were over.  Then, at 2:00 AM, I crawled up the bed to Daddy and said: “you up?” He tried to shove me under the covers, but I kept popping up and staring at him. Finally, he got up and put me on the pee pads, which I immediately christened the “messy poop pads.”  The poor pad was a one and done. There was no leaving that thing down for re-use.

My parents knew this wasn’t one of my ordinary bad poops spells but something more persistent.  They switched my diet to chicken and rice. I had my scheduled yearly vet visit for Monday. We would have to ride out the poop tornadoes for two more days.

I ate breakfast on Saturday and seemed to be on the mend until my Aunt and Uncle came over for dinner, and I took a smelly post-meal poop in the living room.  No one got upset. I have been blessed with a very pathetic face. Who could get mad at me for being sick? Anyway, they got dinner and a show.  

On Sunday, my belly was cleaned out of everything but chicken and rice, so I didn’t poop everywhere all day long, but I was still loose.  When I went to the vet on Monday, everyone was very nice, even though the tech had to take four shots at finding a vein in my leg to get blood.  I got a stylish pink bandage.

My examination went very well.  They ordered some exceptional food for me that River can’t eat because it is mine, medicine, and over the counter powder for gut health.  I am going to be eating my chicken and rice, which I love until the new food arrives.

We think the culprit was a small package of wet food.  My tummy had been good for two months, and Daddy thought I could try something new.  I only get a spoonful a day, so how much damage could it do? If you ask Mr. Floor, who may never feel clean again, a lot.

It has been so far so good tummy wise this week.  We will see what the future will bring.

I don’t know if I want to be as regular as River.  I have to do something to keep my parents on their toes.

11 comments:

  1. Oh my! Oh, this brings back memories for Ma ~ her Angel Annie had chronic colitis too. Luckily (since she was a 55lb Airedale) she didn't have any accidents in the house ~ that would have been bad...REALLY bad ☺. So peeps get it. Or, should I say, DOG PEEPS get it. Good thingie your Pops got outta bed and put you on the pad, or that would have been a VERY rude awakening! BOL!!! Wells, I am super glads you are feelin' better. I hopes your new foods will make it so for a VERY long time my furiend! {{{hugs}}} to the peeps, and the floor ☺
    Kisses,
    Ruby ♥

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  2. Sounds dire! We're not sure SHE would be so understanding. Hope you're better soon.

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  3. I'm so sorry you've had such a difficult time and I sure hope all is better for you quickly!

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  4. we iz sorree Pocket, St Francis' blessings two ewe; therz a cat under de hat in de houz that haz izzuez two. may bee ewe can ask yur mom //dad if they will ask de vet bout probiotics....eye haz been on em now fora month....knock wood ....with it... N me kibble...time will tell if me gutz a healthee one again ~~~ tuna of moon ☺☺♥♥

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  5. Wow! I'm glad I don't have a sensitive tummy. Hope you stay well now.

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  6. I don't like tummy issues. I'm sorry you had a rough week.

    I hope you have a great weekend. My best to your hard working peeps. ♥

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  7. Well, now! I have good visualizations of your poopy messes now!

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  8. Pocket I am so very sorry to read about your upset tummy.
    There is absolutely nothing worse.
    Sending healing hugs that your new food and meds have cleared things up
    Cecilia

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  9. We have very sensitive tummies too, especially Timber. So whenever Mom wants to introduce something new or change our kibble, it is a very long drawn out process. She hates it when she has to change kibble. We are so glad that you are feeling better now, Pocket, and we hope it stays that way for a very long time.

    Woos, Lightning and Timber

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  11. It's terrible to have a bad tummy and your parents did every thing right! I often grab something nasty off the street on our walks, and I pay for it for days! You would think I would learn, but no!

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