Saturday, January 10, 2009

The Cathaus Becomes a Hundehütte

So we got in a dog right before Christmas, ready to pop pregnant. Guy was leaving town, and was just going to take the dog out in the woods and dump her if we didn't take her. This is her 4th or so litter, she's just an outside dog, always has pups about this time of year, out in the snow. Usually has 7-9 pups, about half die.

So a week later she has 9 pups (all black, doesn't it figure!) Yesterday, we have our vet look at her, as she seems awful bloated. Rads aren't clear, but all indications are pyometra. In for surgery she goes, and guess what... I'm the ONLY employee with a handy spare room with no carpet. So I pick her up after surgery, bring her and the 9 pups home. She's doing well enough considering, but today she's losing staples like mad. By late afternoon she has 3-4" opening in the skin. Sub-q stitches look great, but I'm not supposed to see them! Also, she's leaving trails of blood everywhere she walks.

As I'm trying to get a hold of the vet to arrange for new staples, work calls. Just got in a puppy. Owner/breeder was going to drown him because he was deaf, therefore not worth anything. So some random guy gives the breeder $20 just to get the puppy away from the guy so he can bring him to the shelter. Pup won't DIE if he's left in the shelter, of course, but would be much better off in a foster home! Especially with another small adult pit bull to play with! I sigh. "Fine, I've already got 11 dogs in my house, what's one more?"

Oh, and Shelby doesn't have pyometra, her bladder was just the size of a jug of milk. For whatever reason, she has no muscle tone. So she just kinda leaks all the time, though she did go potty and poop when we got back from the vet. Long term prognosis is totally up in the air for her.

(Edit: Shelby and all the pups did just fine, and were all adopted.)

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