Poo Problems

Poor Rocky hadn't 'pooed' in a couple of days due to sneaking and eating Tiger's dry food. Rocky's bowels cannot handle dry food anymore. His poo comes out rock hard and I have to give him Cat Lax daily in order to get it moving. He has done so well for almost a year without having to go to the vet and receive an enema. I feed him Fancy Feast canned food mixed with warm water and sometimes a little pumpkin or salmon oil, or milk or natural plain yogurt. He has to eat small amounts due to his extended colon. He hates the prescribed stool softener that is compounded and he can be a very difficult patient should the mood strike him....two vets have both called him Mountain Lion! I love my Rocky and feel so badly when he is going through this pain. I just wish there was a way to treat the cause and not just the symptoms.


Since I was headed to the vet, I brought Little Bear along for a blood test to check her pancreas after ingesting the scarecrow 'tails'. She is finally off her antibiotics. Little Bear rides in the car very well and never complained once. Rocky meowed the entire time.


Little Bear does not like other dogs, especially female dogs and threatens them with a warning growl or a bark. She might even start a fight. She is a farm dog born of a wild mother. She is used to protecting her territory from all critters and rarely sees other dogs unless they are chasing deer and those dogs do not stop and socialize! So at the vet's, there was a little black and white thing, looking fearful after hearing Little Bear's rumblings. The owner did not look happy! I think he was worried about his little girl and did not need any more problems. Bad Little Bear! Then a nice lady with another small dog choose to sit next to us. "Lady, why would you do that after hearing my warning and seeing that the empty seats offering distance away from the growling black farm dog?" And to think the nice lady was asking her baby why she was shaking? Okay.... Upon leaving the exam room, Little Bear wanted to approach a large white dog...I didn't see the dog at first. I was told his name was Max...low and behold, he belonged to a friend of mine! Of course we spoke. Max used to run the trails at the boarding barn where all of us boarded before we purchased our own farms. It used to drive me crazy. Jess would spook and I saw and heard nothing and then suddenly he would run past her. He was so quiet out there! He looked sooo different. The boxer I knew was sleek and golden brown with a black muzzle. Now he is all white! I haven't seen him in 7 years! He has a great mother that is for sure! Lots of good health to you dear Max!

Dr. Dyer, formally my large animal vet, has decided to only practice with the small animals. His schedule overtook his life and he needed time to spend with his young children and wife. I miss him as he was good with Jessie and Blue and I really trusted his intellect. His ego was in check and if he didn't know an answer (which was rare) then he was not afraid to tell me. Rocky was good to him for the most part but he held Rocky too long and Rocky didn't like that so he jumped out of the vet's arms onto the examine table to head for safety in the black carrier. He left only a tiny scratch...Little Bear's pancreas is fine but her BUN is slightly elevated which indicates kidney issues. She needs to ingest more water so I will add some low sodium chicken broth or warm water to her kibble and more soft food. Back in three months to check her...oh and she received her rabies and another vaccine.

The good husband picked Rocky up at the end of the day as I had a commitment and now Rocky is safe at home, hiding in the closet. He still has some pain as he was hissing while trotting to his treasured spot. His poor tail is all wet from getting cleaned after the enema. He did eat well, so that is good.

Oh, the trials and tribulations of owning furry babies. No complaints from me...I wouldn't trade them for anything in this world!