Something’s wrong with Rosie, and something’s wrong with Duncan, too.
We took Rosie to the vet yesterday because she started making this awful honking coughing noise while we were out walking, and it continued intermittently. Dr. Google said it was kennel cough (bordetella), and the vet agreed. She’s on antibiotics for it now, and the vet thinks it’ll clear up in a couple of days. No big deal. She was innoculated against it (the day we adopted her) but the vet said something about possible pre-existing low levels of colonization, and all the stress she’s been through lately (the shelter, surgery, new home, etc.) may have triggered a full-blown case.
The vet thinks she’s a golden retriever/nova scotia duck toller retriever mix. Very petite, though. Only 18 kg (40 pounds).
She’s a total sweetheart. She’s the most polite little dog I’ve ever met. So far the only problem we’ve had with her is a bit of separation anxiety. We want her to sleep in her crate in the living room, but she wants to sleep all curled up beside the bed, on my clothes. (Guess who won?)
Also, she doesn’t pee. Yesterday she peed at 4:00 in the morning and then not again for 27 hours! She drinks normally, and GC takes her for a walk every few hours, but she almost never pees. I thought maybe she was dehydrated, but the vet said she wasn’t. So it’s a mystery.
As for Duncan, he’s going to the vet today. Remember, Duncan has gone from 25 pounds to 15 since I adopted him four years ago, and was recently diagnosed with kidney disease. Just a few months ago, the vet was prescribing appetite enhancers to make sure he was eating enough. Well, we stopped giving them to him because they turned him into a crazy man. Not only was he eating enough, he became freakishly hungry. We were feeding him on demand, and he was eating non-stop. (We joked about what a great scam the vet was running. Switch him over to some expensive food that we can only buy from the vet, prescribe appetite enhancers, and tell us to feed him on demand! Ha!)
Anyway. He’s no longer on appetite enhancers, but he’s freakishly ravenous again. All he wants to do is eat. Even though we feed him five meals a day, he scavenges constantly. He’s counter-surfing, dumpster-diving, table-jumping (while we’re eating!) getting up on top of the fridge, and sniffing around the bird cages for fallen seeds and pellets. GC hid Rosie’s dog food in a bag in a box on top of a cabinet up by the ceiling, and Duncan got up there, chewed a big hole in it, and ate a bunch. (We’re storing it off-site now.) He harasses us incessantly while we’re eating. If I run to get the pepper, I have to take my plate with me. I’m telling you, it’s not normal. We’re starting to sleep with one eye open.