I love my dog. I have loved all of my dogs through the years. But, (wo)man do they test the limits of my love sometimes! Georges has had his fair share of disasters the last couple of weeks, and his timing has been the worst. Definitely made me think of Murphy’s Law!
When Iowa was dealing with record low temperatures, with wind chills reaching -50, our back gate broke.
Of course, Georges took this opportunity to go explore the neighborhood. And I took off after him, wearing sweatpants, a thermal, and socks. That’s it. When it was below zero and there was snow on the ground.
Thankfully, Georges quickly decided it was too cold to go far and I was able to catch up to him and carry him home. A little inconvenient, but in the end, not a big deal.
Georges saved the big deal for a couple of days later when he decided that his dinner wasn’t enough and helped himself to some garbage. He was sick overnight and into the next morning – Friday morning. He wasn’t eating or drinking and was pretty lethargic, which if you know Georges, you know is not good. I called the vet, who said they were booked full and said I should take him to the ISU Emergency Vet.
Long story, short (too late!): Georges ended up under anesthesia to get an endoscopy to pull the garbage out manually.
We got him home at about 9PM – a full 9 hours before we had to leave for the airport to go on vacation for the week. Not just any vacation, but one out of the country where we would be unreachable.
We filled in our dog sitters, got him some special food and his meds. We checked in as long as we had service, but of course, as soon as we were out of range, Georges decided to keep everyone on their toes by refusing to eat. In the end, it turns out that he thought the expensive, special food was just gross, and he was fine once he went back to his regular food. But still.
It’s a good thing he’s cute. Even if he is still missing hair on his leg where his IV went.