Hello, Blogville. This is Sarge's Mom today. I took over his bloggie because today is the dreaded annual vet-trip-from-hell day. LOL Oh, how we hate this. Sorry for such a wordy and long post today.
For those who weren't around, or don't remember what this can be like, Sarge is actually very anti-social. He's ultra protective of his own body and he tries to kill everyone at the vet's office. He goes totally, off-the-charts crazy and gets very vicious. So, over the years we've tried various ways to deal with this and make it safer for everyone. Oh, boy. Here is a copy/paste from the disaster two years ago::::
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 an experienced 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.
SO: Last year, we went back for his annual torture with a new game plan. Forget the happy meds that don't work...go straight for the full sedation and that's that. We thought this would be easy-breezy and no sweat. ahem. As instructed, we had him fast so they could knock him out. We took away all food and water at 4pm the afternoon before. Got him to the vet, wrestled him down once, a quick shot, and he was totally zonked out cold. PERFECT!! YIPEEEE!!
Then, the call came. Our vet called a few hours later and quizzed me on when we fed him last. I explained it was around 4pm the afternoon before. Well, Sarge had another surprise for us. When he started to come out of the anesthesia, he began to throw up and choke. The vet had to give him adrenaline and a tummy thrust and a scoop down this throat and apparently he nearly died. Literally, he almost choked to death. We were stunned and upset and embarrassed. The vet was a little shaken up too. The vet didn't necessarily seem to believe us....I think he figured we fed him late or didn't bother to pick up the food, but I swear we did. Sarge just didn't digest his food properly. Now, that actually explains a lot for us. Sometimes he just goes a day or two where he refuses to eat anything. He's always done this from time to time. That always baffled us, but now it makes sense. He has a weird stomach and I guess he doesn't always digest at a normal rate. Go figure. We were so embarrassed and upset that I didn't even post about it last May when it happened.
So, we fed him yesterday morning around 9am and he has had no food since. I know that's a long time, but we can't risk him choking again! So, he's famished, I'm sure, and very unhappy because it's 8am as I type and he knows that something is up. LOL
PLEASE WISH US BETTER LUCK TODAY THAN WE'VE HAD FOR THE PAST SEVERAL YEARS!! His appointment is at 9am and the torture begins...for all of us. We will be nervous wrecks until this ordeal is over and we get him back home. Holy Cow!! Please cross paws for us today, Blogville furiends.