This is what you look like when you need to dash out of the house straight from bed in order to take your dog to the vet because she’s been needing to go outside and pee? poop? every two hours overnight and the vet only has one opening in 20 minutes.
Maggie woke us up last night BARKING to be let out of her crate—that never happens so we knew something was up. Long story short, we stupidly gave her sausage drippings last night and we assumed that didn’t sit well with her but as time wore on and more info became clear…we think she ate cat poop and then she got gross stuff in their shared water bowl…because a cat had diarrhea, too.
It was really scary for awhile because Maggie had diarrhea for days and wasn’t eating and we eventually had to go back to the vet for medication to make her stop pooping. And then she still didn’t want to eat. And since she’s so old, we worried she might not recover. But within a few more days she was doing better… But it was a stressful week with lots of laundering of poopy dog beds and blankets.