April 11, 2014
All the LUCK in the world...
...couldn't help this mess!
Hello again Blogville, Sarge's Mom here. Thanks so much for the well wishes, luck and support to Sarge's dogtor post yesterday. Well, it was so very, very bad! OMD it was very bad!
When Stan got to the vet at 9am, the happy pills had not had any effect at all, so they wrestled Sarge down in a huge ordeal and the vet gave him a happy shot. Stan took him outside to walk around until it started to work.
Thirty minutes later and the happy shot had not had any effect at all, so they wrestled Sarge down again in a huge ordeal and the vet gave him a stronger happy shot. This one was some version of heroin and the vet said it would make him totally loopy in about 15 minutes tops. Thirty minutes later and the second happy shot had not had any effect at all.
The vet said he's never treated a dog that didn't respond to at least one of these three drugs and Sarge didn't respond at all. The vet said the only choice was to wrestle him down again in a third huge ordeal and just gave him the full anesthesia. This finally knocked him clear out, totally unconscious in about 10 minutes. Unbelievable! He scratched, clawed, bit, spit, foamed at the mouth, pooped, peed, everything. The vet couldn't believe it. He said from now on we'll skip all of the happy meds and we'll just take him right to the exam room, one wrestling match for the full anesthesia. Done. OUT COLD. OMD Well, Stan has a sense of humor about it and he said the vet was wonderful about it. How embarrassing. The vet said this is all in Sarge's head and he is so strong. He is also abnormally resistant to any kind of happy drugs. WOW, aren't we lucky?!? BOL Long story short, they were back home at 3pm and Sarge zonked out on his cot. He will probably be totally useless until about mid-day today. BOL The vet said he is perfectly healthy. Blood work is right-down-the-middle normal. Got his teeth done, nails done, blood work, heartworm test and pills, eye ointment for his pannus, lepto and bordatella. He's good for another 100,000 miles. BOL Thank dawg we all have a sense of humor. The vet, my hubby and a rather large vet tech- and the three of them could not control our 44 pound holy terror wild man insane nut job Sarge.
So, Blogville, are you impressed with your Police Commissioner?!? He wasn't going down without a fight. No Sir-E. I think inside his crazy canine head he was thinking "THEY'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!!! NOOOOOOO HELL NO, I WON'T GO!!!!" What a nut.