Bucky's birthday was Monday and I thought I'd do something to celebrate as usual, maybe a doggie cake this time.
Saturday we came home and found someone made a mess in the kitchen, horrible diarrhea. We congratulated ourselves it was on the hard floor, not on the carpet. Dad took Trinket out for a walk and confirmed he's not the culprit.
Sunday I came home to a bigger mess in the living room, on the carpet. It took me over an hour to scrub the carpet.
Sunday night Dad got up with Bucky twice in the night to take him outside.
Monday, Bucky's birthday, he didn't want to eat breakfast. Dad came home at lunch time and found another big mess in the kitchen. He ran a stool sample to the vet right away. Lab work didn't find anything suspicious, and the vet told us to feed him some rice mixed with his regular kibbles for dinner, and half a tablet of Imodium to stop the leak.
All along the puggie was his happy chirpy self. Did his regular barks, backyard patrols and all. Things must not be that bad.
Come dinner time, I put half of his regular kibbles in his bowl, and substituted the other half with rice. My sweet pug threw everything on the floor, rice and kibbles, and picked out the kibbles and ate them. Then he stepped in the rice out of disgust. Big sticky mess.
Bucky is very anti medication, just like his mom. Usually I can hide a pill in a piece of cheese and he'd swallow the whole thing. Given his tender condition, cheese is out of the question.
First try, I put the Imodium tablet in the rice.
Bucky: 1, Mom: 0 (he ate neither)
Second try, Dad wrapped the pill in some cooked sweet potato.
Bucky: 2, Dad: 0 (he ate neither)
Third try, more sweet potato.
Bucky: 3, Dad: 0 (he ate the sweet potato)
Fourth try, more, bigger chunk of sweet potato.
The humans won!
For the official birthday celebration, the candle is in a mound of rice. Each dog got a little doggie cookie.