Somehow, He's Just fine

Thanks for all the concern, well wishes and prayers for Thor! All that good mojo helped. Thursday night was a bit stressful for me. Come to find out now, not only was I told my dog might die, but I was also PMSing a week early (thanks Aunt Flo, thanks). We were supposed to head to Bakersfield Thursday night so that we could spend the 4th of July at a party with some friends, and then spend the rest of the weekend just hanging out. The trip wasn't overly important, but we (really) like hanging out with these friends... and we only see them a few times a year. Though, not that anyone's counting, we've actually seen these friends quite a bit already this year! 

I'm not going to lie (to you), I may have manipulated the vacation story a little bit to see if I could get the good for nothing vet tech's permission to travel with Thor. I may have said we were visiting family for the holiday ... to make it a little more meaningful sounding than just, "Dude! There's this party... with BEER!" Alas, the vet tech hadn't a single word of advice other than, "Well, of course we are to tell you to play it safe, but in the end, it is up to you." 

That last part... gave Brandon all the power he needed to make up his mind. I, on the other hand, was a little harder to convince. Sure, Thor looked fine. They said he did well and gave us some medicines and food instructions. But I'm a rule follower by nature. Seriously, ask Crystal about that time I freaked out in Bangkok about walking down Khao San Road with an open wine cooler. Or ask the Tacoroonie crew about the many near-breakdowns I had because OMG, that is PRIVATE property! 

Later that evening, Brandon insisted on packing up and heading to Bakersfield. He said Thor would just sleep in the car like usual, and he'd be able to rest at the house we were staying at. Ok... Ok ... I thought I could go along with it. 

Then..... there was that scary poop incident. After that, I stormed up to Brandon and stated, "I am NOT going."  He tried his best to calm me down, saying we knew he'd have that problem... but look at him, he's much happier now than the day before ... he's feeling better, blah blah blah. 

Still, we got into the car and headed west on the 80. We drove for about an hour with me freaking out in the passenger seat. Every time I'd turn around to look at Thor, sleeping quietly in the back, I'd burst into tears and blubber about not wanting him to die because of us. I may have even used the line, "You just DON'T understand!" And possibly, "I'm glad it isn't ME who is sick! No telling how careless you'd be then!" 

Honestly, I was quite the bitch. Brandon on the other hand, remained calm and never once got an attitude back at me. And, after an hour of driving and putting up with my crap, he reluctantly turned around and drove silently back home.

We had an early evening, as I passed out from exhaustion with swollen, dry, red eyes. Thor slept through the night and woke up with a little spunk in him. He wrestled with Finnegan and played with toys. When it came time to feed him, he gobbled his boiled chicken and rice meal right up! We actually, had to feed him 3 small portions before noon... and he kept looking around for more. 

Around noon, Brandon took Thor to the park across the street to see if he'd drop another deuce... but nothing happened. Thor did get so excited and ran circles around Brandon, playing like he normally does at the park. This, I took as an EXCELLENT sign. So when Brandon responded with my, "I'm bored" comment around one with, "Wanna go to Bakersfield?" I said sure. 

So, we went. Thor was great. He drank his water and ate his food like a champ. But, he didn't go poop until Monday night! Truthfully, until I actually saw that poop, I didn't really beleive that he was on the mend. But, it was a nice poop. And last night's poop? It was even better! 

On Saturday, the vet's office called and left a message saying his test results came back and everything was normal. 

WHAT?! You tell me my dog might not make it. Charge me $800 to fix him. And then tell me everything looked normal? His vitals were fine, no blockage, his white blood cell count was normal and his enzyme levels were good too? 

I'm a little peeved. Had we had been able to get into our own vet on Thursday, I'm almost positive that the vet would have suggested the boiled chicken and rice diet, and maybe even given us the one medicine that he typically gives us (metro-something or other) for tummy ailments and sent us on our merry way for a grand total of $30. 

But no, I had to miss a day of work because some heartless vet gave me a doom and gloom speech during her entire 10 minutes with me... the rest of the time I spent with vet tech's who couldn't remember who  I was or who my dog was. 

For realz, Yo. 

(I really hate that phrase by the way.)

Oh, yes, but he is healthy and that is the most important thing ...... I get it.