Annie

We got her back from the Vet Hospital this evening. There was lots of wiggling, squirming and groaning; most of it from Annie. She is not great; she’s at about 75%, but it’s great to have her back. We’ll continue the medication and nurse her back to health.

The Pancreatitis is a direct result of the Brat-wolfing episode. That overload of fatty food made her pancreas go postal. An inflamed pancreas trashes the entire digestive system and is very painful. An inflamed pancreas has to be calmed down before it does permanent damage to other organs.

Annie spent four days in the hospital. Any nourishment, and all drugs, were intravenous. She has a Poodle Cut on one leg. It has been five days since she has eaten. She gets small amounts of food and water in a gradual return to normal.
Welcome Home Annie!

Annie Update

  Annie is still in the hospital, but I’m happy to report she has now taken a turn for the better.  Pancreatitis seems to be a matter of the body poisoning itself.  Once it gets started, it can be hard to turn around.  She was pretty bad for a while, but is now responsive again.  She’ll need to stay longer, but it appears she is going to recover.  

Revenge of the bratwurst

  The great Bratwurst Incident was Friday.  Annie felt bad on Saturday (understandably).  Then she got worse on Sunday and could barely walk.  Sunday was a travel day for us, and we ended up at the Emergency Vet Clinic in South Miami that afternoon.   Annie has Pancreatitis and had to be admitted to the hospital.  They treated her intravenously with anti-nausea, antibiotics, and painkillers all last night and today.  She wasn’t very good this afternoon, so she’ll spend at least another day there.   Poor Annie.    

Unsolved Mystery

Me, I eat brats for lunch. Judy cooks them for me in bunches and I eat one or two a day. But today, we have an unsolved mystery. Judy cooked fifteen brats. Now there are only ten.

Five brats missing. No way to know what happened to them. I know if I ate five brats all at once, I’d feel terrible…
Fifteen brats on a plate on the kitchen counter cooling. Twenty minutes later, only ten. If only we had a clue…