August 28, 2016 by The Dog Rules
Two weeks of twice nightly sleep interruptions had me seriously questioning my sanity.
Exactly WHY had I wanted to foster this particular dog? I could have left things alone. I could have not volunteered to take on this mystery boy with his puzzling health issues. Ah, but he was a Border Collie… or a least the makings of one if I could get him healthy again. I’ve always had a soft spot for that particular breed. And there was a very sweet and trusting soul looking up at me from those liquid brown eyes…
This was the day of our vet visit for Drift’s first ultrasound. Sadly for Drift, I was not to feed him beforehand. They needed his digestive tract empty for the ultrasound to show anything other than a full belly. I also had to withhold water in the event they needed to sedate him.
You know how it is when you go to Hospital. You go incredibly early and wait around until they are ready to take you for your procedure. You plan your whole day around it and hope it goes faster than you think it will. It’s pretty much the same for animals. We had no specific appointment time for the ultrasound; but needed to be at the Animal Hospital for noon. The doctor doing the procedure was coming in specifically to do ultrasounds for several dogs and we would be called when it was Drift’s turn.
We checked in at reception area. It turns out that blood work was also required along with a weigh-in so we were told to take a seat in the chaotic waiting room. Drift was starting to show signs of stress by the time the technician came to take him for his blood work. He panicked and didn’t want to go with her. All his body language was saying “mom don’t leave me!” so I got to go along. Getting a nervous Drift to step on the scale was trivially simple compared with getting the blood sample. He’d been getting frequent blood work since he was taken into the Shelter and he didn’t like being poked. It took me plus two technicians to restrain him (a 32 pound dog) while the vet took the sample. At the end of this wrestling match he was desperate to leave; and we still had to wait around for his ultrasound.
For the next three and a half hours we hung out in the truck until the vet tech came to collect Drift for what turned out to be the very last appointment of the day. Thankfully I had parked in the shade and had also brought a book along with me. Drift had been perfectly happy to nap on his bed. The waiting room of the Animal Hospital would have been to stressful for Drift and the seats in the truck were way more comfortable than those straight hard-backed benches!
They returned my little drunken sailor to me at 5:30 pm. Not surprisingly, Drift had resisted mightily and they had sedated him. The tech said the sedation ought to wear off quickly and they would have the ultrasound results the next day. Drift was a light weight (pun intended) in the drug department and could barely put one paw in front of the other.
When we arrived home Drift was still very out of it. I let him sleep in the truck for nearly another hour. When I lifted him down onto the lawn, I had to prop my wobbly boy up so he could pee, splay-legged, like a tiny puppy. Once inside he just wanted to sleep. No dinner for him that night. That meant he wouldn’t be getting me up in the middle of the night. Best of all, we would finally get a diagnosis!