How Wizard and I Got Played by Maggie

I should write something clever about the 2022, but I don’t feel moved to do that. Instead, let’s talk about Maggie. We love her, but she’s a pain sometimes, LOL.

So Sunday night, it was cold and wet, and she starts acting weird. She’s going in and out over and over despite the weather she usually hates, and she won’t settle down. She’s acting weirdly restless when normally she’d be cuddled up on the couch with me and sleeping. It’s so odd we start to worry.

At night pm, I was outside in the back–in the rain–trying to see if my dog can pee. She’s had three huge bladder stones and we hadn’t known it until it was critical. And her backend glands abscessed and burst before we realized anything was wrong. Even the vets and techs said she’s really good at hiding her pain.

Finally I put her to bed, and she woke us barking at 2am. She never does that. I let her out of her kennel and she raced to the back door like she was dying to go to the bathroom. By then, Wizard and I were really concerned. In the morning she was still going out repeatedly in the rain and cold.

Then, because I don’t look dumb enough, I take her for a walk in the rain until she peed, desperate to see if she can void at all, and if there’s blood in it. Good news, no blood. Bad news…I looked like a crazy woman doing this.

I get back to the house, and called the vet. They are going to try to work me in and will call me back in a couple hours.

We were worried enough that we put out extra energy into taking down the Christmas tree and cleaning the house. When we paused for lunch, Wizard let Maggie in from another trip out back, and I heard him say, “No you can’t bring your stick inside.”

I’m like…huh? Maggie doesn’t carrying sticks. I looked and it’s not a stick but a small bird feather. Suspicious, I went outside to the side hill where she goes potty, and saw spots on the  top of the short retaining wall. I looked closer and there’s a bunch of feathers from a bird and more blood spots.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

Some cat or creature must have caught and killed a bird there, and hopefully hauled that off, leaving the feathers and splatters. Which means Maggie wasn’t sick with a UTI or worse, more bladder stones. She’s OBSESSED WITH THE REMAINS OF THE POOR BIRD! So much so, she woke in the middle of the night and barked to go see it.

Of course this is when the vet office called back with an appointment for that afternoon. I explained my suspicions and they had me bring her in anyway because of her history. The did the urine test, and cleaned out her glands, both of which needed to be done anyway. And it was well worth the cost to know they didn’t see any stones on the ultrasound. That was our biggest worry.

So the moral of this story is Wizard and I got played by sweet little Maggie who evidently likes dead things. However, we got the last laugh since she endured a vet visit filled with indignities, LOLOL!!

The vet told me that through the entire exam, Maggie never once stopped wagging her tail. The vet’s final words were, “I just love her.”

So do I, even though she’s a PIA sometimes.

Happy Wednesday! (It’s happy for us because what really matters is Maggie is fine).

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