Our uneventful weekend came to halt on Tuesday morning.
I guess uneventful isn’t our thing for long periods of time.
Anyway, we had a minor set back with Leroy.
His stomach is fine and he has NOT eaten any rocks, but I had been noticing that he was drinking a bit more water than average and he was peeing more than normal and in much, much……….. larger amounts.
At first I chalked it up to the surgery and the fact that he was on IV fluids for a few days, but then it just kept getting worse and on Tuesday morning around 3:00 a.m., he anxiously came in our bedroom and sat down by my side of the bed.
He sat there for a few minutes and softy barked.
I gave him a few pets and drifted back to sleep.
He scooted closer to the bed and barked a little louder so I gave him a few more pets, told him I loved him and then told him to scram.
He was acting like he had ants in his pants, but it was 3 in the morning and I needed my beauty sleep.
Then I heard the pitter patter of large Newfie paws running out of my bedroom, through the family room, into the kitchen and down the stairs. Newfies don’t pitter patter unless they gotta go, and go right now, so I jumped out of bed and ran after him.
I don’t know what I was expecting to find….an explosion of diarrhea, vomit, pee? Some type of body fluid was somewhere in the house.
I had no idea what I was running into and run into it I did.
Right at the bottom of the stairs.
Splish splash….. I was ankle deep in a puddle of something.
As I made my way to turn the lights on I quickly found that I was splashing in a river of pee and not a pool of diarrhea, so I was kind of thankful, but still worried.
Leroy doesn’t pee in the house so something’s definitely going on.
We headed outside and he peed a lot more.
I was concerned and my brain stated spinning.
He was fine except for the peeing and drinking more than normal, and he was already on antibiotics for his surgery, so the worst of the worst started going through my mind.
He’s got diabetes. He’s in kidney failure.
Yada, yada, yada.
So off to the vet’s we went in the afternoon.
Negative on the diabetes and negative on the kidney failure. His lab work looked excellent for a dog who just had major surgery, but there was bacteria in his urine so he’s being treated for a UTI.
Same antibiotics just increasing the dose and hoping that does the trick.
The lesson I learned here:
If Leroy tries to wake me up at 3 in the morning, he’s not being annoying, he’s gotta go.
So tell me, has this ever happened to you? Has your dog ever tried to wake you up in the middle of the night and you ignored him? Please tell me yes, because I’m feeling a little guilty.
Cathy Bennett
Saturday 22nd of February 2014
Just reading this now, hope Leroy is feeling much better. That must have been one incredibly long day...
Sharon
Saturday 22nd of February 2014
Oh yes this has happened to me and I feel very guilty the next morning! Luckily Jax prefers to wake my husband to let him out if necessary! I hope Leroy is better and the UTI has cleared up.
Lisa Lomasney
Tuesday 18th of February 2014
Hoping that the antibiotics for the UTI will take care of the issue... I want desperately to ignore my foster when she starts to whine approximately 30 minutes before my alarm goes off but when I finally can't take the whimpering anymore, throw the warm covers off of myself, stumble to the back door like a zombie to let her out, ... and she takes two steps and pees - I know it was worth it to get up a bit early. Would rather get up early and let her out to start the day, then start the day finding my SpotBot to clean up a mess...
Carol Bryant
Friday 14th of February 2014
My dog will pee on laundry if ignored. Run with that one lol
Dogmama
Monday 10th of February 2014
Oh man! I'm glad he's actually fine other than suddenly REALLY needing to go at a weird time. I tend to be on a hair trigger if Huffle wakes me in the middle of the night, I always assume the worst: Are you throwing up? Are you ok? Oh, you just want more water. It's gotten so bad that even when I'm still mostly asleep and my sleeping brain hears him rustling around, I'll jump out of bed to check on him.
Of course if he tries to get me up at a reasonable time, around 8 or 9, my brain says ehh he's fine. So then I ignore him and he stays mad at me for about three hours.