…and if his squirts keep up over the weekend, I’m plotting a way to get him to a vet.
I wasn’t particularly worried at first – dogs get the squirts and then they get over it and life goes on. You ought to see the appalling messes LB could make. But TB doesn’t actually seem to be getting over it, and he doesn’t have the opportunities to eat unhealthy things LB did, and yesterday he passed a hairball. He didn’t vomit it, he shat it. Which leads me to wonder what’s going on inside his colon, y’know?
He doesn’t particularly act sick, short of maybe sleeping a little more than usual. He doesn’t have a fever and he’s drinking a lot. But he has lost what little appetite he ever had, and I’m getting worried about him. Unfortunately the closest veterinarian is more than 50 miles away, I (officially) don’t drive, and getting him to a vet will not be trivial. Still, I never stopped kicking myself for not going to more effort to get LB to a vet and I don’t want to be the guy who negligently killed Mama Liberty’s Corgi. So I may lean on a neighbor to take us to a vet.