On Saturday night Rex sat beneath my desk, panting and agitated, and I thought, Oh crap. It’s going to rain, because that’s what he does when a storm is coming. It was close enough to bedtime that I let him out, brushed my teeth, let him back in and put him in his crate. (Ever since the biting/snapping incident Rex has been spending nights in his crate, because I feel like he won’t learn anything if he follows the rules by day and does whatever the hell he wants to when I’m asleep. He’s like a teenager. They should be caged.) I took a book to bed and I read, I kept noticing him acting restless in his crate, laying down, getting up, turning around, laying down, sitting up, staring at me while panting.
“Yeah, yeah,” I said and waited for a clap of thunder. And waited. And waited.
An hour later Rex threw up in his crate. There was a big smell, absolutely revolting, like week old garbage rotting in the sun. I cleaned it up before he could eat it again, threw his blanket in the wash, and then got him a new blanket for his crate. He was still agitated and panting so I took him outside in case he had to vomit again. Instead, he seemed to have to poop really badly. But nothing came out. He looked at his butt in disdain and tried again. Nothing. He tried rimming himself, but that didn’t seem to help either, so we went back inside. He went back in his crate. I went back to bed. And then he threw up again. After cleaning it up I sent Becky an email asking if she’d come over in the morning when she woke up to check on Rex, which she did five hours later. I remember sitting up and saying something. I’d like to think I asked her to look after him, or something similarly responsible, before I fell asleep again.
A few hours later I made breakfast and found Rex laying on the bathroom floor. Having been there myself on many occasions, I left him alone. After breakfast we went outside and he tried to poop again to no avail. He seemed really disappointed in his butt’s lack of cooperation. We went back inside and he promptly threw up. I talked with Becky and she told me how he threw up in her house and pooped nothing but watery liquid outside. After discussing our options, we loaded the Discover card and Rex into the car and spent most of the day at the emergency veterinarian.
Rex was poked, prodded, weighed, had his temperature taken, had x rays taken, and received two enemas and didn’t bite one person at the clinic, I’m very proud to say. I’m also amazed that after the two enemas, he still hasn’t pooped. He’s very constipated, for some reason. I bought a can of pumpkin (not pie mix, just mashed canned pumpkin) because it’s supposed to be good for dogs with diarrhea or constipation. Unfortunately, Rex doesn’t seem to like pumpkin. Actually, he’s not interested in eating at all today, which makes sense. He’s been through a lot.